Madness (Completed)

Injured

I wake up, in a haze of different voices and faces around me. Everything mixes together in a way that I don't understand any of it, and it bothers me. I try to wipe my eyes to clear my eyes and see what is happening, but my arms fall limp to my sides. I try to blink a few times to eske myself and I can finally see again. All the noise I had heard comes a little more clear and comprehendible.
"We need to keep going, it isn't safe here!" One voice that I reconize as Wade shout.
"I know! But we need to patch them up, Violets is losing a lot of blood." Mark shouts back at him, I feel his hand pressed to my leg to help the wound.
"Damn it... Fine, we'll stop first place we find." Wade hisses back at Mark in frustration and annoyance.
"Don't stop for me, we need to get somewhere safe." I say as loud as I can, but it comes out muffled and weak, like I feel. They continue to run swiftly, dodging bullets that land close to us. Those guys really do have bad aim, I guess I just suck at dodging more than they do at aiming. I feel Marks strong heartbeat echo through my body with every step he takes and breath he pulls in. I feel the cool wind in my hair, calming down my inner feelings a little bit more. I let my hand slide to my stomach to comfort and protect my future child. As if they were scared and needed to be comforted at a time like this, when in reality I need a form of comfort right now. The gunshots slow and I see less bullets rush passed us in our escape until they completely vanish. I don't hear anymore gunshots or see bullets anywhere around us.
"We should stop in this one, to get ourselves patched up." Mark calls to the others, I see his eyes glance at me in worry and exhaustion.
"Okay. We'll head here." Wade agrees. The group walks inside and Mark sets me down on a small stool so I lean against a table behind me. I glance around at the others and realize that I wasn't the only one injured. Emmet has a gunshot in his shoulder and Jack has one near his waist. Everyone else seems to be okay in the sense of injuries. I don't think anyone living in this time can every truly be okay... Not anymore. I see Maddie start to wrap a bandage around Emmet's wound quickly in worry, she tells him something else that I can't hear and then I see Mark come back. He holds a bandage that we had collected a few days ago when we found Felix in the super market. I wonder what actually happened to Felix, he probably just stayed at the Serene. He had no real reason to leave considering that place was much more of a long-term home for him. I just hope he is okay and better off wherever he may be. Mark kneals in front of me, lifting my leg into his lap. Mark binds my leg tightly to stop the bleeding. Once he finishes, he throws the roll to Wade who catches it and runs to Jack. I watch as Wade and Bob both run to Jack to help him with his wound. They pull off Jacks shirt quickly and begin to bind at the blood soaked wound. There is blood all over Jacks chest and arms, and still more coming from his wound. Bob and Wade then pass the roll to one another in an orderly fashion, wrapping his wound tightly and carefully. I watch intently, terrified at what would happen if something went wrong in this situation. I feel something grip my hand in a lovingly manner. My eyes fall to my hand to see Marks gripping mine for support in the moment. His eyes staring into mine, full of worry.
"I'm okay." I say weakly, trying to sooth Marks tense emotions. Mark nods and rubs his thumb over my hand in a calming way.
"That's good, but is he okay?" Mark asks, his eyes transferring from mine to land on Jacks wounds, which Bob and Wade are still wrapping up.
"Not right now. But he will be." I pause and take in a deep breath. "He has to be." I whisper to Mark, which seems to be as loud as I can go in my weak status. Mark turns his attention back to me, his hand cupping my face lovingly.
"He will be okay. And you will be, we all will be just fine." Mark says, sounding like he is trying to convince himself more than me. Jack looks like he passed out from the blood loss. I see Bob and Wade finish patching up Jacks wound and sit next to him on the ground. I heave out a sigh at the sight, knowing that it's a waiting game. We have to wait for Jack to wake up, for him to heal, for myself to feel better and healed. It's all with a matter of time, a very long and tedious waiting game.
"Are we staying here long?" Maddie asks. I turn my eyed to her, she is standing with her hand placed on Emmets shoulder, a bloody rag below it.
"We can't carry Jack, so we'll have to wait for him to wake up." Wade explains, sighing heavily afterwards.
"How long will that be?" Maddie asks, placing her hand on her hip as if this was one of the biggest problems she had. But we all know that isn't true, she is in the middle of a zombie apocalypse and has her fiancé missing. That is more important problems that she has.
"I'm not sure. He's very weak, so I don't expect it anytime soon." Wade replies.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think that's a good idea. They might still be around here and we can't stay so close and in a non-safe area. I won't risk dying because I'm being a dumbass." Maddie explains. She has a fair point, but I know that we can't take Jack with us like this, and I can't walk right now. I guess now is the best time to speak up.
"We can't carry Jack and me." I say, trying to speak up for everyone in the group to hear me.
"We can't stay here either." Maddie snaps at me angrilly.
"Well, you can go. But we can't go if we wanted to or not." I tell her the truth. Maddie sighs out heavily and glances out the window with terrified anger in her eyes.
"Fine.. We'll stay here for an hour, but after that Emmet and I are leaving whether you guys can come or not." Maddie explains, pulling out a small pocket watch from her pocket.
"Okay." I agree, leaning back in my chair to relax, as if this action could make my waiting game go quicker. But we all know that's just a hope, not a reality. Mark leans his back against the chair I sit in so that his head is right next to my right leg. I run my fingers through his long, soft hair for comfort. I've noticed that just having Mark close to me is comforting. I'm not sure why, but knowing that he is here to protect and care for me is comforting. Before the world went to Hell, I never had a shoulder to cry on other than my own. I had been alone, except... I never was truly alone. I had Kate and Lily to talk to me, but they never truly comforted me in the way Mark does. His presence is like an addictive drug, it is amazing to have his touch and even more for him to enjoy it. I'm not sure why, but a fact hits me, one that I should've realized a while ago. Mark is the father if my child. Well, I did realize it, but I never really had the chance to process the information. Mark, this god of a human being, is going to be the father if my child. I wonder so many things about this child. What gender will it be? Will it act like Mark or I? Will they look like Mark? Will they look like me? But I won't know any of this until they are born. Normally, they would give the gender after a few months at a check up. But we have no doctors or check ups that can happen. I mean, Jack is a doctor, but he doesn't have any equipment or electricity to use that equipment if we even had it. I just sit in the chair, running my fingers through Marks hair and watching Jack sleep. I just want to see Jack wake up and be okay. What if I never got to explain myself to him? What if Jacks last memory of me was holding Marks hand in front of him? I would be furious, and tormented by my mind about it. I'm not sure what would bother me more, that Jack wouldn't have good last memories of me, or that I wouldn't see him anymore.
"He's patched up. Don't worry, he won't die, he hasn't lost enough blood for that." I hear Lily's voice assure me comfortingly. I nod at her statement, knowing that she is right. Jack can't die, he's patched up and won't lose much more blood. He'll be fine. My eyes fix themselves on Jacks closed eyelids, just waiting for them to open. It feels like years pass by with my fingers in Marks hair and my eyes on Jack. That's until I see Jacks eyes pop open.