I Miss The Real You (Septiplier)

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Jack's POV:

I winced at the pain coming from all of my body. Four pairs of wide eyes looked at me. I scanned the room until my eyes met Mark's. They were watery but his smile was huge.

"Are you..." His voice cut out. "Are you okay?"

I looked down and all the bandages and cords hanging off of me. "Apparently not. Are you okay?" I pointed at him.

"I will be once we get out of here." His smile slowly faded as he leaned back in his chair. The nurse was drawing his blood.

"What happened to Yami? How'd we get out?"

Mark's fingers twirled. "Uh Yami..."

I knit my eyebrows. "What? Is he in jail?"

"He's dead."

"He shot himself." Another voice came. I looked at the familiar coloured hair.

"Nathan?"

"Jack."

"Wait," Mark and the doctor said in unison. "You two know each other?" They glanced at is with wide eyes.

I weakly smiled. "Yeah he sat next to me on my plane ride here."

The doctor shrugged. There was a knock at the door and I looked over. Two girls in their mid twenties looked in. They both had coffee in one hand.

The girl with curly hair and a beanie stepped in followed by the other. "Nathan?"

Nathan stood up and waved. "Hey guys!"

The doctor smiled as well. Before Nathan walked out with the two girls, the doctor called at them. "Hey Astrid, Jewels?"

The two girls turned with wide smiles. "Keep him safe. Or else." They chuckled and walked away.

I giggled. "Wow relationship goals." I joked.

He laughed as the nurse pulled out the needle from his arm. The doctor took it and hung it above my head.

"So," He said. "You're looking good. We'll keep you for about a week and see how you're doing then. You might not even need to be here that long so we'll keep an eye on you."

I nodded and turned to Mark. "When are you going back home?"

He shook his head. "Not for a long time. I gotta make sure you're okay."

"You don't have enough clothes."

"I'll buy some." He shrugged.

"You have American money, Mark."

"But I have an Irish boyfriend." He smirked. The nurse grinned and rolled a cart out of the room. The doctor nodded and followed her.

Mark scooted the chair closer and his hand slipped into mine. "I'm so sorry. I-i..."

I picked up my other hand and instantly regret it. Mark shot up and gently set my hand down. I smiled.

"You must be in so much pain." He muttered.

My laugh was weak. "I'm hyped up on pain killers, Mark." I pulled my hand from his and placed it on his cheek. "I'll be fine."

"It's my fault." He shook his head. "Now you're hurt. Yami's dead. If I could take the pain I would."

I pulled his head down into a kiss. "Mark don't be so hard on yourself."

He sat back down in his chair. "I'll try."