Now and Forever - Mark Feehily Fan Fiction [COMPLETED]

Chapter 53 - For you

Song of the chapter:
A Rocket To The Moon - I'm Afraid Of Losing You
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Jess' POV
It had been almost two weeks and three days since our wedding which meant we were already back in Ireland.

Mark was still out for buying some stuffs. He told me he would be back in 6 for supper but now he was already an hour late. I had called him few times but he didn't pick it up. This was totally confusing and making me a bit anxious.

I started to pace back and forth in the living room, keeping on calling him. This was totally unusual. Why didn't he pick up his phone, return my calls, or just text me maybe?

Five minutes later, the doorbell rang, surprising me from my anxiousness. I directly approached the door and opened it.

"Thank God." I let out a relieving sigh as I saw his face. Maybe I was just easily being paranoid, right? He was here, fine.

He got in and closed the door after him. "Hey, love." He kissed my cheek. "Sorry if I keep you waiting. I had to go to-" He couldn't finish what he was saying as he fell to the ground, losing his consciousness.

NOT AGAIN, GOSH.

"MARK!!" I tried to catch him but I was too late. "Wake up, Mark!!" I shook his body.

But his body didn't move at all. I ran to my phone and called Shane.

---on the phone with Shane---
Shane: Hi Je-
Jess: MARK FAINTS. GET HERE PLEASE.
Shane: What?? He...what??
Jess: JUST GET HERE, DAMN IT, SHANE.
Shane: On my way.
---end of the phone with Shane---

There was something bad happening to him because I could really sense it and I totally didn't like where my feelings were going to.
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In the hospital.

An hour had passed, there was still no news about him which had made me more impatient each second. Gosh, a damn second felt like a year.

I was just sitting, feeling numb and scared as fuck not knowing what the fuck happened to him, while Shane was calling whoever he was calling a little bit far from me. He seemed fucking panic, but everytime I asked, he just seemed to hide something.

He sat beside me after he finished his call. Really, the look of his face couldn't be read. Fear, panic, guilty, and even anger were only some of his expressions right now.

Few minutes later, Riley, Kevin, and Katy arrived. I didn't contact them which meant Shane did.

"How is he doing?" Kevin asked.

I just shrugged hestitantly, still staring at the wall.

"No news yet." Shane answered.

"Can we talk for a sec, Shane?" Katy asked.

"Sure." He answered, got up, and walked away with Katy.

Riley sat on my left as Kev did on my right. "What happened?" Riley asked.

I turned my eyes to the floor. "He came home an hour late and just fainted after he got in. I... I don't know what is wrong, Riley." I started to break down into tears. Everything in my head was going back and forth. I couldn't think a single thing clearly.

He hugged me, trying to comfort me.

"He will be okay, Jess. He will, for you." Kev said, patting my shoulder few times.

"Thanks guys." I said as I pulled away. It was a little bit awkward actually hugging Riley in front of Kevin. I meant, Riley had been my bestie from high school and we always comfort each other when one of us down. But, you know, his boyfriend was here and it just felt a bit uneasy.

Few minutes later, Katy and Shane got back.

"No news still?" Katy asked.

"Nope." Riley answered.

We all kept waiting there in silence. No one said anything until Kevin broke it. "I wanna buy coffee. Do any of you want something, or maybe coffee too?"

"Can you buy me mineral water, please?" Riley asked.

"Anything for you. Jess, do you want anything?"

"No, thanks." I forced a weak smile.

He was just about to leave when suddenly the door got opened and the doctor walked out, cancelling his action. I directly got up.

"Is Mr. Feehily's family here?"

"I'm his wife, doc." I said quickly. "How is he?" Somehow I managed to not fire him with my thousand-questions-in-one-breath. I felt something very unease deep down in me and I totally didn't like it.

"Mr. Feehily is in coma, I'm sorry. There is something wrong with one of his organs but we still need to do further identification. We will inform you soon, I hope."

"He is in... coma?" Shane asked the obvious.

"Correct. And now if you please, excuse me." With that, the doctor left, leaving me still speechless to process words I just heard.

He is in coma. It kept repeating in my head.

"No." I shook my head, shutting my teary eyes. "No, he can't be in coma."

"He will be alright, Jess." Katy said, patting my shoulder few times until I pushed her hand away.

I cried there and none of them tried to stop me. They knew they couldn't. I stopped a minute later and sat back on the chair, feeling fucked up as ever.

Why did shits always happen everytime I found my happiness? Why did shits happen anytime after Mark and I had found our way back together? It felt like our journey was always full of accidents, shits, and regrets. That was unfair for me, for him, for us. We worked hard to reach this step and shits still happened. I wanted to be happy with him. I knew some unexpected things could be happening anytime but why it seemed like those always happened every single time?

Gosh. I was tired to feel scared, afraid, anxious of the possibility of losing him. I thought after we got back as one, those feeling would stop haunting me. But, you know what? It turned out the reverse. I just got to feel them more often everyday, even just seeing him next to me every morning I opened my eyes. Well, who wasn't scared to lose their most important person in the world?
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I entered the room slowly and just stood there beside the bed, staring at his pale face blankly for few minutes, trying hard to accept what was happening.

"Hey, love." I greeted him just like the way he usually greeted me these past weeks, taking his right hand into mine, sitting on the chair. I continued to stare at him, not knowing what to say, letting all kinds of thoughts running in my head to any directions they wanted.

I only wanted to be wrapped up in his arms to feel the comfort and warmth I needed at the moment.

"Life is unfair, Mark. My life is." I started to talk to him, ignoring the fact he wouldn't try to make me feel better. "And it is always filled with shits everytime I feel I can cope with what it throws to me, making me lose my hopes and let go some of my dreams.

"I ever ranted about this before, didn't I? You said it wouldn't be called as life if it was fair. Well, you were right, love, so right."

I caressed his hand few times. "Don't leave me, yeah? I always need you here. Stay." I entwined my fingers with his and gripped his hand tightly. "I can't live without you, Mark. You're the one."
》》》to be continued.