"Wake Up." (Septiplier) (Part 2 of "I Miss the Real You")

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Mark's POV:

My alarm went off and I wiped my eyes. I looked at Jack who was sound asleep. I didn't want to wake him up. He needed sleep. But we had to go back to Chavez.

"Jack?" I placed a hand on his hip and lightly shook him.

He groaned and rolled onto his back.

"Let's get in the shower."

He nodded half heartedly and dragged himself out of the bed. I helped him walk in the bathroom. He took off his pants along with his boxers and I helped him step inside. I followed soon after. He winced as he stepped under the water.

"Too hot?"

He nodded and I reached down to fix it. I let him test the water before switching spots with him. I grabbed the shampoo and ran it through his hair. He groaned. I checked his leg to see how he was standing. His leg was bent to keep pressure off it. He stuck his head under the water and I repeated the process with conditioner.

He grabbed the loofa and squeezed it in his hand. I placed my hand in between his shoulder blades.

"You want me to help?" I held out my hand.

He nodded and slapped the loofa into my hand. I filled it with soap and ran it down his body. I was careful around his wounds. I nodded and he stepped into the water while holding my hand. I shut the water off and grabbed a towel to wrap around him. He stepped out and I followed. I helped him back out to the bed and let him pick out clothes. I pulled mine on and grabbed my phone and stood outside the door. I could tell Jack was watching me so I wouldn't wander off.

The doctor picked up on the first ring. "This is Doctor Chavez, is everything alright?"

"Uh not exactly."

"What's wrong with him?"

"Pains again. And nightmares."

The doctor made a noise and I could hear scribbling.

"Today isn't very busy so bring him in."

"Alright we'll be there in a few."

I hung up and turned to look at him. He was fully dressed. He was leaning forward, rubbing his shoulder. I stood in front of him with his crutches. He took them and stood up. Together, we walked out to the car and piled in.

I went to turn the key but his hand met mine. I looked at him and his eyes were tearing up.

"Mark, there's something wrong with me, isn't there?"

I stared at him. "I mean, there's something wrong with all of us."

"No, I mean me."

I looked away. "I-i dunno. I hope not."

I started the car and drove towards the hospital.

After a few minutes, I glanced at Jack. He was staring out the window. His hand started moving around his leg, around his stitches. I reached down and grabbed it. He squeezed my hand and sniffed. His head leaned back and out of the corner of my eye, I could see his tears. I could practically feel my heart break in half once again.

"Don't cry." I whispered, not even sure if he heard me. "We'll get through this. I'll be with you, I promise."

I parked the car and ran around to open the door for him. He crawled out and leaned on his crutches as we walked in. He sat down in one of the chairs while I checked in at the front desk.

"Uh Chavez said we could come in?"

The nurse behind the desk smiled sweetly. "Yup! He'll be here in a moment."