I can't do this alone (septiplier fanfic)

Chapter 2

Marks pov
"Buh-bye!" I had just finished recording another prop hunt video with Bob and Wade. Man, those two are 3 year olds trapped in a mans body. I get up, walking over to the kitchen and grabbing a bowl of cereal. Walking back over to my computer, I go onto YouTube, pulling up Jacks channel. I click on one of his latest happy wheels videos, and immediately notice a change. "Top of the mornin to ya laddies, my name is Jacksepticeye." He wasn't being his usual energetic self, watching more of the video, I notice the whole time he was being really quiet and dull. When the video ended, he didn't even do the outro. Confused, I watch more of his videos, all of them being the same. Pulling up skype, I decide to call him. After 8 tries, he still hasn't picked up. Starting to get worried, I decide I'll surprise him in Ireland tomorrow. Smiling, I pack all the clothes and things I'll need for the 2 weeks I'll be gone.

Heading out to the airport, I get on my ten hour flight to Ireland.
10 hour time skip cuz I'm lazy
The plane had just landed, and I'm more excited then ever. I'm about to go and see one of the coolest friends I have. I jump in a taxi and give him Jacks apartment address. When we get there, I hurriedly pull out all my luggage and go up to room 69. Getting to the door, I have an instinct something is wrong. I knock on the door, and hear a thump then a drag. From the other side, I can hear a sniffle and locks being unlocked. When the door opens, I gasped. A messy, pale, tired head pops out. "M-mark?" Jack croaked out.

"Hey Jack" I said back to him with the brightest smile I could give. Then, the door shut on my face. I was about to open the door when Jack called out "J-just a s-second". He sounded so helpless, I just wanted to hug him.

Jacks pov
There was a knock on the door. I fall off the bed, dragging my body to the door and pulling myself up by the handle. Unlocking the door, I peep my head out to see who disturbed me. I stare in shock as Mark gasped. "M-Mark?" I croak out and coughed. Why was he here?! I look horrible. He gives me a smile. "Hey Jack" Mark says. Shutting the door on his face, I needed to fix myself up. Noticing that probably seemed rude, I told him just a second. Jeez, I sounded horrible. Going to my closet, I throw on a pair of jeans and a hoodie to hide my scars. Walking into the bathroom, I look how baggy my clothing are on me. The more hidden, the better, I think to myself and attempt to brush my hair. Instead, I sigh and let it be because my arm was too weak.

I head back to the door, opening it for Mark. "H-hey" I say and let him in.

Marks pov

I look around Jacks apartment, noticing how messy and unkept it was. Looking over at Jack, I notice him leaning on a table. "W-what brings you here?" He sounded out of breath. Now I know my friend is not ok. "Well, I thought that it would just be nice to see you again, since we haven't talked in forever." I lied, I came here because I knew Jack wasn't doing well. He was about to respond but then collapsed to the floor. I run over to him, kneeling. "Jack are you ok?!" I asked him in a worried tone. He started to cry. I went to touch his hand, but he pulled it away and started to shake. He was shaking uncontrollably now. I pick him up, almost throwing him into the air. He was extremely light. I started worrying for his health as I laid him down on his bed. After ten minutes of him shaking and me holding his hand, he calms down and falls asleep. I sighed and stood up. I wasn't sure when he would wake up so I decided to go make breakfast. After ten minutes, I heard sobbing.