Mark shoots up and looks around frantically. Jack is leaning over his bed, messing around with Mark's hair.
"Get off you Irish bastard!" Mark pushed Jack away and stared to sort his hair.
"How was ye nap?" Jack giggled, his brilliant blue eyes dazzling in the light from the sun streaking in from the open window.
"Good until you showed up." Mark smiled "How long have you been here?"
"Only five minutes. You sleep like a baby, you know that right." Jack grinned like the cheeky little kid he was deep down.
"How'd you get in?"
Jack held up his keys and pointed to one in particular. "You gave me one last time I came over."
"Oh yeah." Mark sat up, then covered his face. "It's a bit bright in here, ain't it?" Mark eyed up the open window.
"I'll get it." Jack walked over and drew the curtains. He looked over at Mark, he seemed a little tense. "Hey dude, you okay?"
"Yeah, yeah. Just a little tired as all." He stretched out his arms and moved his neck in a circular motion. He then got up and embraced the Irishman in a hug. "It's great to see you again."
"You and me both bro!" Jack laughed.
Mark pulled away from Jack, noticing the large bruise that covered half his neck. Mark examined it, eyes wide. "Woah, what happened there?"
Jack placed his hand around his neck. "I tripped when packing my stuff. I hit my neck off the side of my bed post. That's all."
"You clumsy nut!" Mark laughed.
"Sorry for waking you." Jack's head fell, he always felt guilty for doing something if it got someone a little mad or upset.
"Nah, don't worry about it. I need to get us some grub anyway. You okay with pizza?" Mark asked.
"Hell yeah!" Jack cried as Mark left the room.
After witnessing such a horrifying sight with Mark in his sleep, Jack shuddered.
*What was going on? Is Mark okay?*
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Breathing Nightmare - Darkiplier And Antisepticeye
FanfictionThe cuts, the bruses, the blood. Is he sick? Mark's never like this. Maybe it's not Mark at all. Jack wants to uncover the truth, but his time is running out. Is he sick too?
