Lost (Mark/Darkiplier X Reader)

Chapter 37

(A/N: *still crying* Why did I do this to myself?! That last chapter was a doozy. But, (Y/N) and Mark have to find a way to cope with there loss. On with the story...)

Doctors rushed into Mark's room. They pushed me out of the way so they could attend to Mark. One of the doctors started to write a few things down. They stared at each other in disbelief. The doctor turned around and faced me. "I-It's a miracle. Ms. (L/N), we have some good news. Mark is going to be okay. In fact, he is in excellent condition! I have never seen anything like this in my entire life. I thought for sure that he wasn't going to pull through tonight. We would like to keep him here over night in case something goes wrong." I nodded my head, happy. Mixed emotions were flying everywhere. How am I supposed to feel? I feel happy that Mark is going to be okay, but at the same time I feel, hopeless.

Dark is gone, and he is not coming back. The doctors left the room so Mark and I were all alone. I walked up to Mark who was still laying on the hospital bed. It's not like he could go anywhere else.

I placed my hand in his, gently just like I did before. I stared at him with a slight smile appearing on my face. Dark's actions will never be forgotten. I promise.

Suddenly, I see Mark's eyes slowly open. He was waking up! I greeted him with a smile, and he flashed one back to me. "How are you feeling?" I asked, concerned.

"I've never felt better in my entire life." Mark responded. I was glad that he was alive and well, but how do I tell him about Dark? They might not have the best relationship with each other, but I know somewhere in Mark's heart, he cares about him. Just like how I still care about him.

"I'm sorry." Mark basically whispered to me. I clutched his hand a little tighter, and he held on to mine, showing that he could use his muscles.

"F-for what?" I questioned him. At this point he had nothing to be sorry about. Mark is perfect. At least he is to me.

Mark let out a sigh. "While I was 'sleeping'," Mark used his right hand to make air quotations when he said the word sleeping, "I could hear everything. I heard you sing to me, I heard your conversation with Dark." His eyes began to move around the room as if he was searching for something, "He's not here, is he?"

"He gone." I could feel more tears form in my eye just from talking about him. I would think by now my body would have used up all the water in it from crying so much. Mark put his hand up by his head and wiped away a newly formed tear. I hate to see him when he cries or gets emotional in any form. "He did this for you!" I tried to continue talking. "D-Dark cares about you a lot."

"First I lost Stella." He was full on crying now, "Now I lose him too? Why did he have to do that! He should have let me fucking die! He-"

"Don't say that!" I cut him off raising my voice. "I would be dead without you!"

He took a deep breath, "Dark could have taken care of you. He loves you. He would keep you safe."

I sighed. "He probably could." I admitted. I saw Mark fall deeper into sadness so I elaborated on to what I said, "But, there is one difference then. I don't love him like I love you."

Mark smiled a little bit as I complimented him. It was the full on truth. I love Mark with all of my heart. Some days I find it a miracle that he loves me back.

We talked for what felt like hours. I told Mark that he had the stay the night and he seemed pretty understanding. The sad part was, I couldn't stay here with him. As the sun started to set, I said my goodbyes and gave him a kiss.

--Time skip to when you get home 'cuz I'm a lazy bitch--

I opened the door to my home. Everything was the same, but somehow different. The furniture and materials were all placed in their rightful spots, but the ambience was strange. Not only did the house feel empty, it felt like a major price was missing from it.

Extreme loneliness flooded over me as I headed to the bathroom and started to take my makeup off. It was a disaster anyway. After doing my nightly routine, I went to Mark's bedroom.

I took in the sight for a moment, not moving. It was the same thing I saw everyday, but today it took my breath away. I felt a special appreciation for him fill my heart. I wish they were both here, to hold me and watch me fall asleep.

I opened Mark's dresser and looked inside. All of his clothes were piled in a big mess. I moved some shirts out of the way until I found one that stood out to me. It was a flannel. It was red and looked super familiar. "Lucky flannel!" I whispered to myself. I hugged the shirt tightly against my chest.

Eventually I pulled off the shirt I had been wearing and put on the flannel. I buttoned it up, and noticed that it actually fit me quite well. Mark was short after all. I absorbed myself into his flannel as I crawled into his bed. I took the covers and wrapped myself in them and drifted to sleep. Before I was fully knocked out a tear escaped through my eye.

No one can take away my memories.