Septiplier One Shots

Broken Memories (sad)

[This story is from Jack's POV. This story gets a little graphic and kind of gross. That was your warning]
I remember the night. It was April 13th, 2015. Mark was very sick. He was complaining about terrible internal pain in his side.
"Jack! I don't know what's wrong with me but my side is fucking killing me." He told me, coming into my room holding is side. I didn't know how to react.
"Maybe it's just some side cramp and will go away in an hour," I said to my wonderful boyfriend. Well, he was my fiancé.
"No Jack. I know it's not just a cramp. It feels like someone is like tearing it open and then taking out all of my insides." Mark told me.
"Do you think you are sick? Do you need to go to the doctor or the hospital?" I asked him.
"I'll just wait to see what happens." Mark told me. He left my room.
It was about 3 am. I woke up to the loud sound of someone vomiting. I quickly got out of my bed to see if Mark was ok. I opened the door. My eyes filled with tears at the sight. Blood. Blood everywhere. On the floor, on the toilet, in the shower. Mark's face has blood all over it.
"MARK!!" I shouted. I was terrified. "MARK!! MARKIMOO ARE YOU OKAY?!" He couldn't respond. He kept trying to talk but eveh time he opened his mouth, more blood and vomit came out. That was probably the most terrifying, disturbing, and saddest sights I've ever seen. I went in to try and help Mark. I tried to help him up.
"Mark. J-just stay there! I'll call an ambulance!" I rushed out to the phone. I talked into the phone with a trembling voice.
"H-hello? I-I need an ambulance right away!" I said.
"Okay what's the address?" The lady asked me. I told the our address.
"O-ok Please hurry! My boyfriend just started vomiting blood and earlier he was complaining about side pain and-" I was talking really fast and unsteadily.
"Calm down sir. We have someone on their way." The lady told me.
"Ok thank you so much." I said.
"Mhm." The lady hung up. I ran back upstairs to check on Mark. He was on the floor against the wall. I ran into the bathroom.
"Mark?" I shook him. "Mark!" I tapped him trying to get him to wake up. "MARK?!?" I grabbed onto him and couldn't hold back the tears. I wrapped my legs around his. I wrapped my arms around his torso. I squeezed him tight.
Soon, I heard the paramedics Come in to get Mark. They found us up in the bathroom. The carried Mark out on a cot and I followed. I hoped into the back and held onto Mark's unconscious hand. I squeezed it and held it up to my face.
"Mark.... Please wake up.." I said. I cried even more.
Once we got to the hospital, I let go of Mark's hand. They got Mark out of the back and I followed them.
Once they got everything hooked they all left.
"We'll give you some time." One of the nurses said. They all left and Mark's heartbeat was pretty slow. I held his hand. I feel it squeeze mine. I looked up and saw Mark holding my hand. He was conscious.
"Mark! You're awake!" I said. He didn't say anything. The smile on my tear stained cheeks faded. He just looked at me. He grabbed my other hand.
"Jack.." He said.
"Mark?" I said back.
"Jack... I love you." Mark said as he let go of my hand.
"I love you too Mark." I said. I could tell he was in terrible pain. I also could tell that he was very weak.
"Goodbye.... Jack... I love you.." He waved.
"Mark! What do you-" he slowly closed his eyes as his heartbeat trailed off. "MARK!! Mark!! Don't leave me...." I said as my eyes fillies with tears. I was crying so much. I squeezed Mark's hand." I hugged his body. "Mark...." My voice squeaked.
Every time I think about that night, every time April 13th even comes into mention, my day is ruined. All these broken memories...