I can't do this alone (septiplier fanfic)

Chapter 9

(Cue music, make sure your ringers on)
Marks pov
I stood there, stunned at the words that just came out of the doctors mouth. Jacks dying, and it's all because I wasn't there for him. I started to tear up, but was snapped back into reality when the doctor spoke.
"Mr. Mcloughlin would like to see you" he said. I nodded as a tear slipped from my eye. He patted my back and sent me off to room 70. Quietly slipping into the room, I saw a lonely Jack, just staring at the wall. I walked over to Jack, sitting in the chair next to his bed.
"So Jack, how you holding up?" I asked him, trying to start a conversation from this deafening silence that rings like the loudest song.
Jack finally looked at me. God his eyes, I could look into them forever. "I've been thinking.." He took a pause, I let him take his time. "Am I insane? Are the words people call me actually true?" I was about to respond, when he continued.
"Why is life such a beautiful lie, and death such a painful truth? We grow up learning we are cherished..loved. That we all have a purpose and we are going to make it far in life. Well didn't things fall down the rabbit hole for me? I've never been loved, never will get a job, never will travel, never do anything. The only thing I'm good at is being a depressive fag. When people ask me, what's my purpose, where will I go in life? I respond with the silence that will one day consume me. And that silence is death. Death is my only purpose, the only thing my life was meant for and there's not a damn thing I can do about it. I don't even know what I'm talking about. No one will ever understand what's going on inside my head and I can't FUCKING explain it! Do you ever have moments where you feel like your seconds away from fucking losing it? Mark do you think there words are true? I'm worthless, pathetic, a waste of space, and every other horrible word?"
I stared at him in shock. Did he really just ask me if I thought those words were true about him? I was shocked that he just confessed all of his thoughts to me. I must've been sitting in silence for too long when he responded. "I knew it, your just like the others. You think I'm a goner, I don't even know why I trusted you." I saw a tear slip down his face. That's when I fucking lost it.
I grabbed his wrists, forcing him to face me. "Sean William Mcloughlin you listen here. None of those words describe you, you are so much more. You are strong, courageous, beautiful, amazing, and so much more. So what you might be a bit insane? If you arent a little bit insane, you aren't human. You are not a waste of space, if you where, then why do I care about you so much? Sean I hate watching you go through this, so that's why I'm trying to help" I was starting to cry, but then I heard a chuckle; and Sean was looking at the wall.
    "Do you even realize what time it is? It's pretty late" Jack said. This time I laughed, but it soon ceased.
   "Jack, I think...I think I lo-" my sentence was cut short.
    "Thank you, for everything Mark" I smiled, and leaned in to hug him. What I didn't realize was this was going to be the last words I ever heard from him.
Seconds after I hugged him, I heard his heart rate slow down. I looked up worriedly, to see Jacks eyes slowly closing. "J-Jack! No d-don't go, you still have so much to live for!" I was bawling now, every minute, the heart rate getting slower. He slowly laid back down, while I held his hand.
Finally, a single tear slipped down his face, and his eyes shut.

I never got the chance to tell him I loved him.