[ JacksepticeyeXReaderXMarkiplier ] ➳ Awake

Chapter 11

Sirens.

Were they sirens?

(Y/N) always assumed they were.

She remembered when she heard the same sirens. They were loud, deafening, but they were like God's way of telling her, welcome home, come stay with me, I will treasure you, I will hold you, I love you.

Even if she wasn't welcomed at all.

She felt herself get pushed roughly to the side by Sean as he ran past her, his feet stumbling with a certain drunkenness that made him look like he had just downed five bottles of alcohol down his aching throat.

(Y/N) guessed that was what pain did to you.

Pain, she hated it. (Y/N) wished there was never a single touch of pain in the world. She wished Sean never had to see her go, and she wished that Mark...

She wished that Mark would never have to be hurt again.

Her face scrunched up, in a certain way that not only did she let everything out of her heart, but she had just also made up for her stoned eyes. Her stoned expression. Her stoned lips when she watched as Mark's eyes fluttered to a shut. There would never be enough tears, she realised. Yes, there was never enough tears to be shed for anything.

(Y/N) laughed, her eyes drowning now as she pulled her hair back with both of her almost gone hands. She really didn't care anymore.

How could she?

Could she die again?

Sean stared at her messed up face, looking disgusted and horrified with her laughter. It was as if he was looking at a monster. Maybe she was. Maybe she was a monster. Maybe she killed Mark. She didn't give two flying fucks even if she was right then and there anyway.

Because (Y/N) had done it.

(Y/N) had cracked.

***

Sean checked his pulse.

He was still alive.

But he was losing blood fast.

Thankfully an onlooker called the ambulance early. Or rather, the man who hit Mark. If he hadn't, Mark would've have died right then and there and he wouldn't be able to live with himself. He didn't even care that the man hit Mark. It was an accident. It didn't matter.

Sean just couldn't lose his best friend. Not again.

"Mark, you'll be okay." Sean said softly as the paramedics quickly attended to the man. He was bleeding profusely from his forehead, and they needed to stop the bleeding first before he was sent away, or he would have died on the way to the hospital.

But they were taking too slow.

"I'm a doctor." Sean said as he wiped his tears dry, pushing through and grabbing the tools that were readily prepared at hand and began to apply pressure on Mark's blood gushing wound, checking for any fractures, broken bones... anything that might need his attention.

His rib.

His foot.

They were broken.

Once the bleeding wasn't that serious anymore, they rushed him to the hospital nearest to them. His. This made Sean feel a little better, but not much.

Sean prayed he would be okay.

***

(Y/N) didn't follow them.

She was too scared to see.

(Y/N) took her time to walk over to the bench under a tree. It was the same one Sean was sitting under earlier, which she then proceeded to sit down, wiping her clothes and letting herself cry, because she was just so afraid.