I can't do this alone (septiplier fanfic)

Chapter 8

Don't put on the music yet
Jacks pov
  I was stumbling around the house, occasionally running into things. God, I really have to start eating again. Looking for Mark, I went in the kitchen, but a piece of paper on the table caught my eye. Went out to the store Jack,be right back!
   Smiling, I went back to the bedroom and grabbed the iPod, hitting shuffle. Fight song came on, so I started dancing around the house, happy as I could be. Wait. Happy, I was actually, truly happy for once. Being happy felt..good. I wish I could be happy more often.
  Still dancing, I heard a knock at the door. Shuffling over there and looking through the peep hole, it was someone I didn't know. I opened the door...though I wish I hadn't. Hello- I didn't even have time to finish my sentence until I was shoved to the floor. The anonymous man spoke, "You don't deserve to be happy, you don't deserve Mark. Mark is MINE and always will be you little piece of shit."
   As I was starting to sit up, he pushes be back down again and started kicking me. I cried in pain, trying to get away, but it didn't work. He was kicking me in my stomach and legs, and I could swear I could feel blood coming out of my mouth. "Your worthless, just like all the depressive cunts in the world" he said. Said man ripped off my shirt and flipped me on my stomach. I winced in pain, biting my tounge. I heard him take something out of his bag, but I couldn't see what it was. Then I felt an immense pain go into my back, like knives were being stabbed all the way through me.
   I screamed in pain, I couldn't hold it in anymore. This continued for 5 minutes, the pain in my back and the screams ringing from my house. Sobbing into the floor, I just wanted it to be over. Finally, the man was done and forcefully shoved my shirt back on, leaving the wounds open and bleeding. I started to black out, and the last words before I passed out was "Mark is mine, forever and always".
Marks pov
   Grabbing all the necessities I needed at the store, I purchased them and hopped in my car to start heading back. Turning on the the radio, but there was nothing good on. (Turn on the music now, make sure your ringer is on)
While driving, I sensed something wrong. I knew it had to be Jack. I started driving as fast as the speed limit would let me to get back to the house. Pulling into the driveway, I went to the trunk and grabbed all the food. Walking into the kitchen, I quickly dropped the bags and started calling out Jacks name.
  "Jack?" I called out. He didn't answer, so I was starting to get worried. "Jack!?! Where are you" I walked into the living room calling out his name still. "Ja-oh my god"
   I looked to the floor, and saw Jack laying there with a pool of blood around him. I was about to think that why the hell would he have done this to himself, but then I realized when I came in, the front door was wide open. Running to Jack, there was blood seeping from his shirt and some was coming out of his mouth. Gently but quickly taking off his shirt, I gasped, almost started crying.
   Someone came into this house and carved the word "worthless" on Jacks back. I was angry. Not at Jack, at whoever did this to him. Realizing I had to get him to a hospital, I picked him up and laid him in the back seat of my car, and drove off. Reaching the hospital, I yet again I picked him up and ran inside, screaming.
   "Doctor, I need a doctor know" the lady up front gasped at the sight of him and immediately dialed one of the rooms. A trolley came barreling down the hallway and they took Jack from my arms. I could see he was barely breathing so I followed along side the cart, crying. Right as I was about to enter the room, they stopped me.
   "I'm sorry sir only family members allowed" the doctor calmly told me.
   "NO, you HAVE to let me in I'm his boyfriend for fucks sake!" I screamed at him, not realizing what I had just said.
   "Sir we will contact you when you can come in for now you will just have to wait." "Fine"
I agreed, I guess it's for the best. Sitting in the waiting room, well, I waited.
  ~3 hour timeskip~
   When the doctor came out, I rushed over to him. "Will he be ok?!" I asked him, tears threatening to spill.
  "It's hard to say, Mr. Fischbach, the knife wounds got extremely close to his spinal cords, possibly causing damage" the doctor solemnly said.
   As I was about to reply, the doctor said something I never wanted to hear.

"He may not live through the night."