Mark's POV:
I woke up before Jack. I thought about waking him up but, after last night...I got out of the bed and found a shirt to put on. My hair was a Hell of a mess. I walked down to the kitchen and rummaged through the fridge to find nothing.
"Ugh, we gotta go shopping." I muttered while shutting the fridge and making my way upstairs.
I peeked into the room and saw Jack still sleeping. My eyes drifted over his body and my stomach churned. I wanted him to get better already. I couldn't shake the feeling that it was my fault. It was all my fault. I sighed and climbed onto the bed, softly shaking Jack's side. He groaned before opening his eyes to look at me.
"Good morning." He smiled slightly.
"Hey babe."
He sat up and rubbed his eyes. "So why'd you wake me up"
"We're out of food."
"Oh shit."
"Yeah...do you want to go or..."
"Uh...no I think I'll stay." He smiled again.
"That's ok- wait...you're staying?" I asked in shock.
"Yeah. I think it's time I spend time alone. If anything happens..."
"You'll call me."
He nodded and laid back down. I left the bed and pulled on some shoes. "If you're still tired you can go back to bed, babe."
He nodded as I started walking out of the room. "Oh and Mark?"
I turned. "Yeah?"
"Will you bring me a cookie?" He smiled.
"Jack it's nine o' clock."
"I'll eat it later." He laughed, which brought a grin to my face.
"I'll see what I can do. Be happy."
He rolled over as I walked out of the door. Grabbing my keys, I opened the garage and stepped into the car.
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"Wake Up." (Septiplier) (Part 2 of "I Miss the Real You")
FanfictionJack attempted something no one ever thought he'd try. His visions were getting worse and he had flashbacks almost constantly. He was sick of it and he wanted it to stop. Mark didn't know what to do, but never asked for help. And then one night, Mar...
