JACK POV
I slowly sat up in my bed, I was extremely droozy from the huge load of NyQuil I had doused myself in last night. Outside of my room there was a lot of shouting, which was usually common for a hospital. But this seemed off, I fumbled for my phone in the darkness and squinted as the screen lit up. I had a missed text from Ryan that said..
Mark's in the hospital, critical condition, those guys caught up with him.
My heart pounded.
What guys? Ryan what's going on?? I typed.
Mark got cornered by the guys who shot you, they beat him up pretty bad. Matt and I were going to stop in and tell you but you wouldn't wake up.
Tears dripped down my cheek. This was all my fault. I might never see Mark again, I should've at least told him that I loved him. I shook as a wave of panic spread over me. My fists clenched as I let out sobs. This couldn't be happening, yet it was. I picked up my phone and texted Mark.
Mark I know you won't get this, you probably will never be able to read it. But I'm sorry. I love you so much, please for the love of god fight this. I love you. If you leave. My hand hovered for a moment. I'll leave with you.
OOPS I DID IT AGAIN I MADE THIS SHIT SAD OOOH OH BABY BABY sorry it's so short :p
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A Hand to Hold On To // A Septiplier Fanfic //
FanfictionJack's been going through some tough times in his life, but never like this. He's in love with his best friend, he knows he'll never confess, but what would happen if word got out? Jack knows Mark has been trying to help him get through his depressi...
