Release - Septiplier

Chapter Seven

A/N: I've decided to post another story, so please let me know which of these two options you'd like to see... or else I have to pick and I just can't between the two. XD

Marley - A Septiplier x Septicpie fic.

Genocide - 'End of the world' AU

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Jack had gotten x-rayed and put into a temporary cast already and was resting in a hospital bed - thankfully the town we lived in was small enough to the point where Jack didn't need to share a room for the time being. Chica was sitting in the car, as we wouldn't be here for too long. We weren't sure exactly how bad it was, but a doctor was going to come and tell us - as well as give us an estimate of how long it will take until it heals, though we already know for a fact it's broken. 

"Hello again, comfortable, Sean?" The doctor asked, coming into the room. I already forgot his name, it was something weird, I think. The ping in my stomach set off when he went up to Jack and set a hand on his shoulder. My heart felt like it dropped when the ping set off, I took my meds, how did this happen?

"Yeah," He nodded shortly and Dr. Saggytits patted his arm. "How long until it's healed?"

"Well, I'll get to that in a second here. You managed to break both bones in your right wrist clean through. If you were to have pushed the bone up any higher, it could've potentially broke skin. You've pushed the bone so far, that you will need surgery to put it back in place, as well as getting a metal plate in your arm and four screws. Your recovery will depend on when the surgery takes place," Dr. Dipshit explained, then paused for a moment. "I noticed some unusual bruising on your arms, although, and I'd like to ask where they came from. They appear to be self inflicted..."

"Wait, what?" I did a double-take. "What do you mean self inflicted? Even if they are, how could you tell? They're bruises. I'm sure Jack just bumped into something."

"If you look here," Dr. Ass Hat grabbed Sean's arm and showed it to me, pointing to a collaboration of bruises near each other. "The way they're positioned seem intentional or as though he had repeatedly hit his arm against the same thing. They're duplicates of one another, being the same size and shape. I'd like to ask if I can check his legs, back, and chest, as those are other fairly common areas for intentional bruising."

"It's not self inflicted! I'm really clumsy, okay?" Jack defended himself, but the doctor tapped his leg. "Fine! Look if you really want to!"

"There," Dr. Pickle Dick pointed out, gesturing to both of Jack's legs, which were covered in bruises. I couldn't speak as I watched him prop Jack up, so he was sitting up, and raising his shirt. As Dr. Douchewaffle assumed, there were more bruises. I wanted to trust Jack, but the proof was there. How have I not noticed? He seemed so happy. "Could you please explain?"

"I..." Jack trailed off, tears coming to his eyes as he glanced at me. "I-I'm sorry."

"You're sorry?! You mean you have been hurting yourself? How? Why?" I shot, immediately going to his side and hugging him tightly, beginning to cry at the thought of him causing himself this many bruises. The ones on his back stuck out in my mind the most - they were huge.

"I-I would just b-bump into th-things l-like corners a-and st-stuff," He let out and pulled away from me. "I'm so sorry, Mark."

"Why would you hurt yourself? Have you been smoking too?" I assumed and he quickly shook his head, but I wasn't sure what to believe. I might have to go through his things later, I didn't want him smoking and hurting himself. 

"I just... I've just been... I don't know... Sad," Jack trailed off, his eyes off me and I felt so guilty for not noticing.

"Fuck... This is all my fault," I groaned and buried my face into my hands. I felt one of Jack's hands - presumably his right - grasp my arm and pulled it down. I looked at him, seeing he was crying again. I quickly yanked him into my arms again. "I'm so sorry, I should've known."

"It seems like you both need some time together," Dr. Fuck Nugget noticed. "I will recommend you some therapists that I believe Sean should speak with as soon as possible-"

"That won't be necessary. We live out in the country and I talk with my therapist, Miles Upshur, over the phone. He'll be doing the same," I said firmly and pulled away from Jack, seeing him nodding fiercely. 

"Yes, please, I like Miles," Jack murmured softly and the doctor nodded.

"May I have a number to reach him at? I'd like to keep stats on Sean here," Dr. Testicle asked and I nodded, having Miles' number memorized by heart. He handed me his clipboard, which had a blank piece of paper on it. I scribbled it down and handed it back. "Okay, thank you very much."

"No problem," I sighed in response, watching as Dr. Semen Jacker left the room - leaving Jack and I alone at last. "I wish I could've done something."

"You didn't know, you couldn't have," He insisted, but I just sighed. He scooted over on the bed and patted the spot next to him. I crawled in and held him close to me - tightly. 

"Tell me how you really broke your arm," I muttered and he tensed slightly. 

"Um... I had a bad dream... And I went into the bathroom... I didn't notice Chica came in behind me... I-I bashed my arm against the bathroom counter repeatedly and... I knew I fractured it, but kept going... then the pain became unbearable and Chica started whining at me. I collapsed from the pain and started crying my eyes out and then you came in..." Jack explained and looked down. I lifted his head, causing him to look me in the eye. I leaned in and kissed him gently.

"Please don't do this to yourself again, sweetheart. I don't know what I'd do without you," I murmured, but he didn't promise and I didn't genuinely think he would. Miles better be able to help him or else I will stop taking my medication and make him pay for not healing my sweetheart. I can't help it, I need him to be okay. I'm not alright when he's not. I'd rather die or kill than to see Jack in any pain.