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Mark

"Mr. Fischbach? Did you hear me?" The doctor asked me, setting his hand on my shoulder, drawing me out of my deep thoughts. Thoughts about Alex. I hope she's okay.

"No, I was zoning out. Sorry." I said plainly. No emotion in my voice.

"I said that when you go in there, you need to remember that Alex has been through a lot. Just go easy on her." He started, his hand leaving my shoulder as we wondered through he ling halls if the hospital. "If she sees you're freaking out then she will most likely act the same and injure herself further."

My face stayed the same worried expression that it had been since she left. Nothing is going to make me freak out... the only think I'll freak out over is if I don't see her anytime soon!

"Did she have to have surgery?" I asked, trying to pass time.

"Yes. Only minor ones though."

"Where?"

"Face, back, and knee." My stomach churned. I promised her I out keep her out if trouble. I made that vow when I asked her to marry me. Now all I can think of is her on that operating table. It makes me want to vomit. "Alex just got some bad news about her condition, but she requested she tell you herself." I quickly nodded as Doctor Adams stopped at a door that read 'Alex Willaims.'

My stomach turned and twisted even more than it already was. I was so nervous. What news did she have for me?

He opened the door and walked in, me behind him.

I saw her laying there.

Broken.

Sad.

In pain.

Tears welled in my eyes as she looked up, smiling sadly. The back of my throat stung as I tried to hold back my whines.

"Well, how do I look?" She joked. I laughed and rushed forward to her side. She still manages to crack a joke, even after what happened.

I love that about her.

"You still look beautiful to me."

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