Demons {Septiplier}

Chapter Twelve

Chapter 12

Trigger warnings: Hospitals, mentioning of last events

Mark's POV

The sight that I walked into was terrifying. Jack was covered in his own blood, he had all sorts of cuts and bruises on him. Then he was naked. The sight in front of me wanted to make me cry.

Who would do such a thing?

I looked around, grabbing a blanket, that hopefully wasn't covered in blood and covered Jack in it. I wrapped him in it, immediately calling 911.

"911 what's your emergency?"

"Yes yes, I just found my friend covered in blood and naked. Please send an ambulance." I choked on my words, it was just so hard to see Jack like this.

"What's the address?"

I stuttered when I gave her the address, when she said the recourses would be here any moment, I grabbed Jack. Carrying him bridal style. He felt so...Lifeless. He looked lifeless, and that freaked me out.

I brought him outside with slight difficulty but once I did I heard the sirens. It took all my might to not completely fall with Jack in my arms and cry. I held my breath, and held Jack closer to my body, possibly staining my clothes with blood, but oh well. That was the least of my worries.

My vision was blurry from the tears I was holding back, i saw the flashing lights and knew they were here. I was really relieved when they let me inside the ambulance with him. I had to sit as far as possible from him for the nurses I'm guessing had to take care of him, removing the blanket I had wrapped around him, and putting something else on him. I had closed my eyes for a second, not being able to stand seeing Jack like that. When I opened them, an oxygen mask was on his mouth. I could feel my eyes start to water again. 

How could anyone do this to him?

I will make whoever did this pay. I don't know what I'd do, but I'd do something to where they'd regret it. I vowed to myself. 

I felt the ambulance come to a stop, the doors opened and I jumped out. I watched as they took  the unconscious Jack out on the stretcher, taking him to the emergency room. I tried following them, but nurses were holding me back. If I was honest, I didn't put up as big as a fight as I wanted to. I knew it was pointless. I knew they were going to let me see what they were doing to him. I'm not sure if I'd want to see what they were doing to him. I sat in the waiting room, tapping my foot with my hands in my hair. Fuck, I was starting to freak out. Images of the bruises, the blood, they were trapped in my head. 

He's not going to make it. He's been through too much trauma.

No, Mark. Stop it. He'll make it. 

Stop lying to yourself.

I had a none stop argument with myself until I couldn't hold it in anymore, I let a few tears escape my eyes, meeting their death when they slid down my cheeks. I was so worried. I knew it wasn't my fault, but I can't help but believe that I could've done something. Anything. I don't know what, but I could've done something. 

I need him. I need to make sure he's okay. I took all my strength to force myself to stand up. My legs were wobbly, and for a second I thought I might not be able to walk. I did. I made it to the front desk where the secretary sat, "The kid with the green on top of his head... Can you tell me some updates about him?" I pleaded, my voice shaking. 

She stared at me, and at first I thought that maybe she wouldn't tell me. I felt my chest tightened, afraid of anything that would come out of her lips.