I can't - A Septiplier Fan-fiction

Part 7. - "Don't Leave Me"

"Before I met you, I didn't know what it felt like to look at someone and smile for no reason"

*Sean's PoV*

I walked Mark out the door in silence. I could hear the shouting of the classes to the left and right of us, as he was flopped on my shoulder trying his hardest to walk. "Sean, I was never laughing at you" it sure looked like he was laughing at me though I decided to be quiet and let him speak. "Sean, I saw what they did to you, I drove you to the hospital"
"What?" I answered, shocked.
"I waited for you until eight o'clock-" he continued.
"It was you? But-" Mark stumbled and fell to the floor. I bent down as quick as I could but didn't catch him in time.
"Oh my god, are you ok?"
"Yeah" he answered waving a hand in the air. I grabbed it and heaved him up. He was very heavy but with his help I managed. He was once again sprawled across my shoulder making as much of an effort to walk as he could muster, moans of agony in every step.
When we finally got to the men's toilets, I pushed the heavy door open and led him through.
"Here" I sat him down against the wall of one of the stalls. I walked over to the tap. "Sean, don't leave me" he said. I turned around shocked "I- I'm not going to leave you Mark, I would never leave you" this time I picked him up and brought his over to the sink, blood dripping from his nose. I got a paper towel and I handed it to him.
"Here, Mark tilt you're head forward and and pinch the bridge of your nose." I told him. He did exactly as I said. I got another paper towel and started wiping the blood off of his face. "Mark, why did you do this. I've never seen you get into a fight before" he looked up at me, but I could tell he wasn't doing it to look at me, he was looking at the bandage over my eye. "I deserve to be left alone" he said, tilting his head down once again.
"No you don't, why would you say that?"
"I left you at the hospital"
"Mark, we had never talked before, I am grateful that you even brought me there." He took the paper towel off of his nose and blood leaked down his face. I stood up, to quickly get another paper towel.
"I feel much better now" he said
"You need to hold your nose for at least ten minutes" as I said this, he tried to stand up, with great difficulty, using the sink to pull him up. I leapt over to him to grab him because he seemed unsteady.
"Mark, you should sit back down" I told him as i helped him stand upright.
"Mark seriously, you're still bleeding" I gave him the clean paper towel and he held it up to his nose.