And another one done. I kind of like the 'POV' thing so I think I'm keeping that up. Tell me if you don't like it and hope you like this chapter. Bye Bye !
Marks POV.
I opened my eyes. I see the white sealing. I feel weird, like I'm dreaming. I wanna sit up, but I don't move. It's not that I can't, I'm stopping myself for some reason. I keep staring at the sealing without moving or saying anything. I hear noises all around me. Beebs from machines, people walking around and doors opening and closing. I hear people talking, so I'm not alone. Where am I though? I don't remember going to sleep or going to bed at all. I force myself to sit up. I slowly get up and sit with my back to the wall behind me. I see around 7 or 8 people in the room walking around, at least 4 are nurses. Why am I in a hospital bed? I tried to get up. I don't wanna be here. I remember Jack being in the hospital and I was with him. I couldn't sleep, so I got to the hall. Everything is blurry after that. I tried to stand up. I was a bit dizzy, but I didn't fall. I looked at the other beds in the room. I know, it's rude, but I wanna know what section I am. There was a pretty young man with red hair and grayish eyes who was staring at the sealing and mumbling to himself. I don't really know what to think. I look at the third and last bed in the room. A girl from around 18 or so sat up, drawing. She looked at me. "Hi." I said. She looked surprised at me. "You want to talk to me?" She asked quietly. I felt confused. Why wouldn't I talk to her ? She seemed pretty nice. "Yeah, of course. Can I see what you're drawing ?" She smiled at me and nodded. I walked over to her and sat down on the bed. She showed me a drawing of an angel, flying above water. The reflection of the angel was a dark angel, a death angel. They reached to each other. "This is really beautiful ! Did you learn it yourself ?" She nodded. I wanted to ask her name, but when I wanted to a nurse spotted me. "What are you doing out of your bed ?! We don't have a bad boy here right?" The nurse smiled at me. She sounded like a kindergarten teacher talking to a boy who wanted to grab some candy without permission. "Excuse me ?" I said. I'm not a little kid. I'm pretty old actually. "Please go back to your bed, dear." The nurse grabbed my arm and pulled me from the bed. My reflex was hitting her hand away. "Now, now. No need to protest." The nurse tried to keep calm, but there was a little frustration in her voice. "Can you tell me where I am?" I asked, not even sounding that rude. "You're in a hospital dear." The nurse smiled again, clearly faking it. "No really." I said very sarcastically. The nurse didn't even try to smile anymore. "I wanna know what section I'm at." The nurse looked at me like I was an annoying bug. "You're at mental health care." She said without any emotion. I looked confused at her. Since when did I go mental? "And may I ask why ?" I sounded nice again. The nurse decided to stay emotionless. "You're in shock. Seeing things that aren't there. Probably caused by at traumatic happening." I was even more confused. I am not in shock! What is this for bullcrap?! I can't even remember something traumatizing. I need to go to Jack. He needs me. I remember that our fake surname is Smith before I say something . "I think you have the wrong person miss. I'm not in shock and I really wanna go back to my friend, Jack Smith." I walked to the door, but the nurse blocked me. "I'm afraid I can not let you go away sir." She said, still without emotion. I had no time for this. "Miss, please. He needs me." I begged. I need him too.
Jacks POV
I didn't sleep or rest at all. I haven't seen Mark all day and it's already 6 PM. I have tried to sit up at least 20 times today, but the only result was that my injuries are hurting worse. I've tried to just watch TV and keep hope that Mark would return soon, but that's really hard after 12 hours of waiting without any sign of him. I've asked a nurse multiple times, but she wouldn't answer. Now I was just lying in my bed, looking angry at the sealing. I must look like a little kid that didn't get what he wanted. I heard a nurse come in again. There was another guy in my room now. I don't know what happened to him, but his leg is broken and he isn't exactly the friendliest. I tried talking to him and he started making fun of the fact that I can't move, so I left that idea behind. I looked at the nurse. "Can I please just know where Mark is? I know I can't get there, but what section is he on? What's wrong?" I started begging and felt tears. Dammit! I don't want to cry! It's a sign of weakness. "Your friend is on mental health care." She answered easily. "Why?" I didn't get it. Mark isn't mental, is he ? "He's in a shock and sees things that aren't there if he loses control over his mind." I looked at the nurse for a few seconds "oh. " was the only thing I could think off to say. I didn't know what to do now. Just before the nurse left I called her back. With tears in my eyes I asked; "when will he be back?" I was a almost crying. I care about him. The fact that there's something wrong hurts me. I just want him to be back and I just want him to lay next to me, calm me down, keeping me save from nightmares. Making me feel save.
Marks POV.
I'm back in my bed. I have a nurse watching me with every move I make and it annoys me to death. I need to get to Jack. He needs me. I'm looking at the sealing, thinking about what I could do. Fighting wasn't an option because I don't wanna get in more trouble. I could try to sneak out tonight. That seemed pretty good. I'll find Jack, even if I can't remember what floor he's on. Yeah, I can do this! I'm gonna wait until night so that I can sneak out. I might have lost a few memories, but I'm still sharpshot after all. I'll find you, Jack. I'll be there. I'm sneaking out tonight.
