Until Death Do Us Appart // Septiplier

chapter ten - final chapter

It had been six months since Jack was stabbed, Mark hadn't left his side since he was allowed into the hospital. Felix came into the room holding some McDonalds.

"How you hanging up bro?"

Mark had his head layed on the side of Jack's bed. He lifted his head, his eyes were bloodshot from not sleeping, his hair was a dirty shade of blue as he never dyed it since. He had a beard growing. He had just been so unmotivated. It took a lot of Felix's effort to get Mark to eat and drink, let alone shower.

"He still isn't waking up... And today's the day..."

Mark's voice was really croaky, he was dehydrated from crying so much. Felix opened his mouth to speak but a doctor walked in, causing him to shut it again.

"Mr Fischbach?"

"What."

"I'm afraid it's time."

Mark stood up, he couldn't cry because he was too dehydrated.

"It is not time. Not yet..."

"It is Sir.... We'll be back in an hour. If you haven't unplugged his life support. Then we will."

The doctors and Felix left. It was now only Jack and Mark in the room. Mark ran his hands through his hair and sat down on the seat next to the bed. He took hold of Jack's hand again.

"Seán you need to wake up... Please.... I can't be here without you! Why are you doing this to me please!... "

Mark kept talking to Jack for almost half an hour. Just begging him to wake up. He couldn't bare to see him like this, so helpless, tied to life support, his eyes closed.

"Seán I.... I just wanted to say that I'm sorry... I shouldn't have been such a fool..... I just wish..."

He inhaled shakily.

"Just know that if I could swap positions with you then I would.... Nothing would stop me... For you... Have stolen what was left of my broken heart.... And I can never have you back again..."

Mark gently stood up and placed Jack's hand back on his stomach. He could barely breathe. He walked to the wall with the plugs in and grabbed them. He shook his head.

"I'm so sorry Seán..."

He yanked all the plugs out, turning off the life support. He couldn't even look at Jack. He knew he was dead. The only person that was anything like a family to him, was dead. He walked to a window and opened it. Mark didn't know what to do with himself, he took off his glasses and looked out the window. He couldn't hear the birds chirping or feel the sweet Californian summer breeze, for all he could hear was his conscience in his head that told him that he destroys everything he touches. And all he could feel was the pain, like his heart, and capability to love died with his little Jackaboy.

"Mark....?"

He froze. He heard Jack's voice but it couldn't be true... Could it?... He turned around to see the small green haired Irishman looking directly at him, his small eyes blue once again.

"Good afternoon sleeping beauty."

Jack smiled weakly, Mark stumbled over to him and held his hand. Jack, who had tears in his eyes looked at Mark as if he was the only thing that mattered in the world and said:

"Get a shave... Ye basterd..."