Adopted By Markiplier

Drank a bit too much.

[This one is gonna be a tad sad because angst, we are going to say this story took place before "the drinking incident". I wanted to get Paige closer to Mark so-]

Everything started out so innocent, Paige had no idea what was going to happen... No one could've.

They had arrived at the Chinese buffet with smiles on their faces, Sean and Paige having sat in the back the whole time softly singing the "99 bottles of milk on the wall " song to annoy Mark and Ladia playfully. Mark had definitely given Sean a lecture about distracting the driver when they exited the car, even if it was all in good fun, even the speech.

Dinner was perfect, Mark and Jack had a few drinks and ended up making some funny jokes to the people in the booth behind them. But on the way home, Mark seemed quieter than normal, everyone took it that he was just full and sleepy. But as they entered the house and went to their rooms to change into more comfy clothes, Jack stalking off the brush his teeth with the brush he brought.

Paige watched Mark grinning, about to thank him, when he staggered a bit. "Mark?" Her voice was quiet. The male dropped to his knees before falling onto his stomach unconscious.

Another scream, fear flooded her systems as she registered just how pale the male was. She ran over and shook the male's shoulder feeling horror surge through her, "Ladia! Sean! Hurry, please!" He wasn't moving, the only comfort Paige had was the slight movements of his back to signify he was still breathing. Ladia ran out in a tank top and shorts her eyes widening, she ran over kneeling beside the male and rolling the male onto his back. Grabbing a pillow and using it to tilt the male's head up. Leaning her ear by his mouth and checking for breathing, which to her dismay sounded constricted. Sean ran out, "Sean! Call 911 now." Her voice was raised but she was attempting to stay calm in this situation.

Paige was mortified and she pressed herself against a nearby wall in an attempt to regain her breath, his limp body reminded her of herself. Unconscious after a beating, she fell to the ground, burying her face in her hands. She could hear an Irish accent frantically telling Mark's address to the emergency dispatchers, needing an ambulance immediately. The green haired male had sat beside Paige, needing her to stay calm as she watched Ladia do chest compressions to help with Mark's breathing.

His friend. Someone he held close to him was unconscious, he couldn't imagine how Ladia felt. He could see tears dripping down her face onto the unresponsive gamers shirt, "Mark! You can't fucking do this to me! I don't want to be alone, you're the only friend I have! You're like a brother to me- Mark please!" She was screaming in what seemed to be agony as she continued to push his chest down with her palms, and hold his nose so that she could blow fresh air into his mouth. He may have been breathing but not very well, and with ever passing second his breath seemed to become more strangled.

Flashing lights and sirens sounded outside of the house, and Paige looked up with blurry vision. Ladia couldn't even concentrate on the fact help had come, the medical help let themselves in rushing over to Ladia and Mark. One man softly pulled the maroon haired female away having to brace himself against her weight as she tried to get through him, she was panicking, and when a small hand grabbed her own she froze. She was sobbing, but she recognized the way it trembled, she didn't fight.

Two men placed Mark on a stretcher before extending it and strapping him into place, putting an oxygen mask over his face. As the jogged back to the ambulance the man ushered for them to follow and get into the ambulance with the stretcher. Before shutting the doors and rushing to the drivers side, quickly departing to the hospital. Ladia had quieted her cries to where tears were simply flowing with no sounds, her hand reaching to grab the males and cling to it desperately. He didn't hold her hand back.

Paige had managed to disassociate herself from the situation, a tactic that her mind used on it's own. It calmed her, and Sean watched her almost lifeless eyes with sympathy and sadness in his own baby blue ones.

When the ambulance stopped the three had to rush after the stretcher as it was quickly moved to the emergency center of the hospital. They weren't allowed in.
It took hours, hours of silence, hours of barefoot pacing, hours of worry.

Until, a doctor approached. "Ms. Tunsun?" The barefoot female looked quickly to the doctor, who was African American and had a high held posture- and yet a caring smile graced his face.

"I have good news. Mr. Fischbach is alive, he's just woken up from surgery but you may see him." He grabbed the female's shoulder before she could rush off. "However, we have found that Mr. Fischbach, can not drink alchohol. His system has not built up any immunity and next time he does, it may be fatal." The woman nodded in understanding before sprinting off to the given room with Sean running after her, carrying Paige in his arms comfortingly.

All of them were happy Mark was alive, but they needed to make sure with their own two eyes. Sliding into the room Ladia immediately engulfed Mark in a caring hug, feeling him rub her back comfortingly.

"You idiot... You scared me so bad." She whispered as she leaned over to hug his lying form, before moving back and wiping her eyes, watching him smile. "How do you think I felt?" His voice was hoarse but he chuckled none the less.

Paige was silent, though relief waved through her system, he was alive and well as he could be after that. She knew when to let the adults talk, however Mark grinned weakly at her and she returned the gesture. Having to lightly tug on Jack's shirt as a motion to stop when he hugged the hospitilized man to hard.

The doctor had notified them that Mark would have to stay over night, but if he gave the okay, he would be able to leave the next day. Mark felt dizzy the entire night and when he fell asleep they found places to rest. Jack and Ladia in the two regular chairs, and Paige on the small couch in the corner. She had refused at first, but the little girl was too tired to really fight that much.

He was alive, that was all that mattered.

But it turned out, he needed her as much as she needed him.