A/n sorry if this is crappy I just wanted to write and I've been having a bad week so sorry if it sucks
Jacks pov
It's been 3 months since Mark got a girlfriend. 3 months of fake smiles and fake laughs. I can't take it. Can't he see that I love him? When we talk he tells me how much he loves her. It kills me. I've done things I always told myself I would never do. I cut. I haven't tried to fully kill myself yet but I'm getting close I can't take it. Today I have to go to the airport to go to LA. I'm going to a small convention down there. Mark probably isn't going. I get in my car and drive to the airport. I make it and push through the airport to my terminal and getting all the crap they do to make sure you don't have drugs or weapons and I get on my plane. I sit on the furthest away from the window.
*Skip however many hours*
My plane lands and I get off and grab my bag. I go to the rental car thingy and pay for a rental car. I get the keys and start to drive to my hotel. I stop at a red light and when it turns green I go but I see something out of my peripherals a truck speeding towards me not even caring about the red light. I go limp. I know that if I tense it will cause more damage. The truck hit and my head flings to the side and hit the window and I black out.
Marks pov
I am watching the new episode of face off when suddenly something pops up.
*Breaking News!*
a famous youtuber jacksepticeye is currently in hospital because of a car wreck in LA. No one knows why he was here and what fully happened to the youtuber. The youtuber is in critical condition and is not up for an interview right now.
*END or broadcast*
I turn of the tv. Jack was in LA and didn't even bother to tell me. I get my keys and go to my car. I rush to the hospital.
"Hi I'm Mark fischbach my friend Sean was admitted into this hospital is he okay?" "Your markiplier. Your talking about Jack yes he's doing okay for now he's stable and awake but not for long. Would you like to see him." I nod she gives me a pass and points me towards a room. I go and open the door I see Jack lying on the bed with his eyes open. He looks at me and frowns. "What are you doing now here?" "I heard about what happened." He nods I got to his side he is in a hospital gown and I can see the bruises and cuts from the glass on his face. I look at his wrist and legs and see cuts after cuts but not like cuts you'd get from glass. They are all placed strategically.
