Madness (Completed)

I'm Back

Quick A/N
Sorry about jumping around all the different times and such but now we're back to when Violet found Mark and all the guys if you need that to be cleared up. Sorry and I hope you enjoy!
-Lanty

*Now*
*Violets POV*

Finally, we arrive back at the compound. The doors are sealed shut until I see Shane looking down at us from the top of the wall. He nods and the door swings open almost instantly. The cars go inside and I continue to stroke Marks hair lovingly as his head lays on my lap. He must be exhausted after everything they put him through, I just hope he'll be okay now. I caress his scruffy beard with my fingertips, as if feeling him more will satisfy me. But it just makes me more sad. His beard has grown slightly and there is a dent on his cheek as if someone hit him with a whip.
"Oh Mark..." I whisper as I lean and kiss Marks forehead lovingly. His eyes flutter open in a worried way and his arms go flailing around the car until he settles.
"Is... It you?" He questions me sleepily. I nod my head and grasp his hand into mine, interlocking our fingers instantly.
"Yeah, it's me. We're gonna get you some med kits and food and you'll be fine. Because we are together and it's going to stay that way." I whisper to him in a comforting tone. A smile spreads on Marks face as his hand tries to pull my closer. I lean down towards him and I feel his cracked lips attach to mine. Once he let's go of the kiss, his hand trails down to my stomach where it stays on my baby bump. I smile at his action and hold his hand there.
"Yeah, that's ours." I say in a hushed voice happily. Mark smiles and turns his head as he kisses my stomach lovingly.
"Your dads back, and he isn't going anywhere ever again." Mark whispers just loud enough for me to hear. I smile at his comment, it almost brings tears to my eyes. Mark gives my hand a squeeze as he rubs my fingers happily. I lean back in my seat and run my fingers through Marks hair with his hand still on my stomach.
"I love you." I whisper to him as o close my eyes to relax them.
"I love you too." He responds in a hoarse voice that sounds weak. Tears prick my eyes and I hold Mark tightly to me as if, if I let go he would disappear. Marks hand goes over my baby bump, going over every detail as if to memorize it all. My hand still holds him tightly so that he doesn't fall and is laying on my lap. The car finally stops once it is parked and I see Fin get out and open the doors for me.
"Thanks." I say as I nod to him. He nods back and walks away, I suppose the teams have a lot to do. I soon see another shadow appear in the doorframe and Shane stands outside the car.
"Did you find them all?" He questions, his eyes examining Mark who still lays on me in a tired fashion.
"Yeah, they were exactly where Jack told me they would be." I say, just to show that Jack is trustworthy. "But, let me introduce you to that father of my child, Mark." I say happily as my eyes fall back down to him in a loving way.
"He doesn't appear in good shape. I can get a spot for him to go to the hospital right now." Shane offers. I glance back down at Mark and nod.
"Okay, but can I go in with him?" I question. Shane nods and calls over a stretcher. They place Mark on it and they take him to the clinic with Shane and I following close behind. I suddenly feel his hand go in front of me and stop me in my tracks. I turn to face Shane and give him a puzzled look.
"What?" I ask, confused.
"I told you not to carry this around in public. People here aren't used to seeing weapons and it isn't good for you or your baby. Just hand it here, I'll have it transported to your new apartment." Shane announces. I give him another puzzled look.
"New apartment?" I repeat in a question.
"Yes. Maddie decided to live on her own, so we sold the house you both shared. You're lucky I heard about it, because I bought a new house for you and transported all of your belongings. And now, I'm glad you have a home of your own. After all, now you have your full family back together." Shane explain s happily. My eyes trail to Mark who is now being taken into one of the operating rooms. A sigh escapes my mouth and I return my eyes to Shane.
"We're not a full family and we probably will never be. We've both done things to each other and I don't want to live like that forever. I still don't know how to tell him though." I explain with a tear dripping down my face. I quickly raise my hand to wipe it away, but Shane catches my hand.
"Let them come, if you need to cry, let yourself cry. But Violet, what do you mean? You want a type of divorced relationship between you both?" Shane questions, finally letting my hand fall to my side.
"No, because that would mean that we're not together, and that's incorrect. Because Mark and I are definitely together. It's just that... We're not fit for a family, and I don't know why I thought we ever were." I explain with a sigh escaping my mouth.
"Why aren't you?" Shane questions with a puzzled look on his face. I shake my head and look away from him, just to avoid his eyes.
"I... I don't know how to explain it to you." I admit with another sigh.
"That's because there aren't any reasons why you and Mark can't have this family together. If you both are in this relationship like you say, then I'm sure you both can get passed it and do this together. Right?" Shane says with a small smile. I feel another tear drip down my cheek.
"Yeah, Mark and I have gone through a lot and we can do this." I agree letting out a sigh of relief.
"I'm glad that's settled, buy I'll take this and have it sent to your new house. Here's the key, I'll see you soon." Shane says as he hands me a key and takes my crossbow off my back. I roll my eyes and start down the hallway towards Mark.

I walk inside the room to see nurses handing different items to the doctor. As soon as I walk inside all eyes are placed on me. I walk towards a small seat next to Mark and grasp his hand in mine. I look back up at the nurses who are glances at each other and me.
"Miss, we can't have you in here right now. We're on orders from Shane not to let anyone near this patient until he is discharged." One of the nurses who has the name Zoey in her name tag.
"Well I happen to be the one who asked him to give those orders. But if you want to ask him about it, just make sire to mention that my name is Violet. Just make a quick decision Zoey." I say happily, still holding onto Marks hand.
"Oh, alright miss Violet, you can stay here. But if anything gets to be too much for you, you are welcome to go in the hall." Zoey responds with a nervous smile on her face. I nod in response and let my eyes wander towards Marks face. The nurses grab small bottles of medicines and stick needles inside. They then move the needles to Mark and put them in his biceps, letting the medicine enter his body. I'm not squeamish with blood or needles, I never have been. I have been around them both too much to be scrared. I watch as all the nurses give the doctor different items that he uses on Mark. I still grip Marks hand while all this occurs, not because I'm scared that they can't fix him. I know they can, they have fixed people after explosions happened inside the compound those many months ago. And if they can heal burn injuries, they can fix some bruises and any sicknesses Mark and the rest of the guys may have. So, no, that's not what I'm scared of. What I'm scared of is Marks mental state. After all, when I first saw him, he had to ask me if I was really there. Implying that he could have could have had visions of me in the passed. This thought always brings me back to the idea of mental trauma. How it isn't curable like a wound is, how you can't be the same person afterwards. It isn't that you choose to be different than before, it's that you have lost yourself and you can't find who you were before so you're different. That thought is what terrifies me. The thought that Mark has lost himself in that cell and that he can't find his old self ever again. The idea that he isn't the man I love anymore.