Unfortunately, neither of them can drive so the called an Uber instead.
When they arrived, they paid the driver and ran inside.
"Hello, we're here for Mark Fischbach and Ryan Magee, can we see them?" Matt asked, voice cracking slightly from all the panicking. The person nodded, and told them the room. They paced to the elevator and waited to arrive to their floor. The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. They walked down the halls until they found the room they were in. They knocked and a very faint 'come in' was heard. Jack's shaking hand turned the knob and opened the door. There they were, lying in beds, bruised and bloodied. Mark sat up almost immediately, but Ryan seemed to be sleeping. Jack walked over to Mark and hugged him, his tears staining Mark's hospital gown. Mark hugged back with as much strength as he could manage. Matt, meanwhile, smiled at Mark and walked to Ryan. Matt pulled a chair over toward Ryan's bed and sat down. Ryan looked peaceful, his chest rising and falling. Matt sighed and reached over to grab Ryan's hand. It was pretty cold, which worried Matt. Ryan murmured something in his sleep and unconsciously turned his body towards Matt. He curled up by Matt's hand as best he could and smiled slightly. At least he seemed content. Mark and Jack looked over at the two, sighing. "Ryan seems depressed almost. I wonder why?" Jack said, turning back to Mark.
He nodded. "He must feel really bad. I don't blame him, poor guy," Mark replied. Jack cocked his head at Mark.
"What do you mean? Was he the one driving?" Mark nodded. "Ah," Jack turned back toward Matt and Ryan. "Yeah, I can see why he would be upset."
