Something About Mark

With Soda

I hope those of you who read this are enjoying my story as much as I am!!

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    "Tyler? Tyler are you okay?" I heard two voices say, as Tim is trying to shake me awake. Two voices? What? Who is the other voice...? I thought, but then memory struck me like a truck. Fuck... Mark is still here...

  I groan, pushing Tims hands away from my sleeping body. I heard two sighs or relief. Mark was relieved?

  "Thank god you're okay Tyler. Scared the crap out of me. I'm glad Mark was there to catch you, I was in a state of shock myself when you suddenly collapsed." Tim said, in a soothing tone, as if I'd pass out again. So Mark was the one who caught me... 

  "Hmph. I'm fine now. So let me sleep." I said in a hoarse, tired voice. Only to feel them shaking their heads.

  "Sorry Tyler, but I think you should get up and move around a bit. You're a nurse, shouldn't you know what's good for you?" Tim said, starting to get stern. Ugh.. He knows I'm not that kind of nurse...

  With a heavy sigh, I pushed myself up, opening my eyes to see them both right in my face. I blink and lean my head back "I'm up now. Get out my room." I mutter tiredly, expecting them to leave. Instead, I have a man on either side of me lifting me up and carrying me out the room.

  "Put me down!" I say, flustered. I'm not usually picked up, and I hate being picked up. It just didn't feel right. I don't remember why I don't like it.

  "Be patient," Tim said, as both men set me down on my feet. Feeling the cold, hard floor, I felt safe on the floor. "You worried Mark and I with your sudden collapse." Tim informs me. I didn't really care.

  "Nngh.." Is all I respond with. I don't feel like talking. I didn't even notice Marks sly hand creeping onto my waist, but Tim did. I saw him glaring and didn't know why, as I couldn't even feel Marks hand.

  "Making sure he doesn't fall." Mark says with a cocky tone. This again? I really hate this guy. Can't he just leave me alone and treat me like.. like..

  "Thank you, Mark, but I got it now. Thanks for your help. You may go now." Tim says impatiently, handing Mark the money for the paintings. I could see they didn't like each other. Good, hopefully Mark won't be in my room. In my house. Near my house, or even in the building I work. I smiled at my thoughts of hopefulness.

   "Thank you for your hospitality, Mr. Winters, Mr. Thomson." He said with a grin, moving his hand off my waist and walking to the door, leaving. I let out a sigh of relief. Thank god...

  "Thank god..." I voice my thoughts. Tim looks at me.

  "Thank god indeed," He smiled. "What should we do for dinner?"

  "Dinner?! It was just lunch!" I exclaimed in surprise. I didn't know I was out for that long...

  "Yes, dinner." He chuckled. "I suggest pizza or something along the junk food lines." He suggested with a smile.

  "With soda?" I asked, looking up at him.

  "Yes, with soda." He smiled, looking at me.

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  We watched a movie with our pizza and soda. Like we usually did. I was now laying in my boring- colorful room. The paintings looked like they belonged on my walls, which I was now looking at each and every painting. They were well painted. Tim told me he didn't know who did them, and told me he'd tell me when he found out.

  I fell asleep with a sigh. Sleep at last...

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614 words minus the A/N