I'm fine (Sequel to I'm bored) //Markiplier Fanfic\\

Five

Alex

The doorknob turned. I was half expecting it to be another nurse, asking me if I was fine. But I wasn't fine. I was dying and there is only a slim chance I could survive. I hate the odds that are stacked against me. I hate the a--hole who hit me. I hate myself for leaving the love of my life. Cause maybe if I hadn't, and if I had stayed with him, me and mark could have made up and I would be sitting under his arm while watching him fail at video games.

I still hated myself though. And that hate bubbling in my stomach angered me to the point of losing my insanity. But I realized that i need to be sane for marks sake. So I pushed those hateful feelings into the back of my mind and put on a half hearted smile for mark. And even though a fake smile was plastered on my face, I probably still looked sad. Yet, for the first time in hours of crying and whining I finally smiled.

And it was for mark.

"Well how do I look?" Mark rushed over to me, taking my hand and kissing it tenderly. Making my heart melt to the bottom of my stomach.

I love him.

"You still look beautiful to me." He said calmly, his voice raspy, almost like he had just finished crying. And as soon as those words broke from his lips, my fake facade broke and tears began to flow because I realized how much I have hurt him. And It's all my fault.

His hands rushed to my cheeks wiping away every tear lovingly. As soon as I felt his touch I kneaded into him. Even though every time I pushed into his grasp I rubbed against something else that hurt me, I needed to feel him.

He kept telling me that everything was going to be fine, throwing an occasional 'baby' here and there. And despite me loving it when he called me baby, I couldn't help but cry at the thought of what he will do when I'm gone.

"Do you want to know what's wrong with me..?" I asked quietly. He nodded as his hands backed away from my face.

I thought about what he will feel when I tell him about my fate. He will never truly smile again. He will never truly be happy again. And it hurt me to think about.

But despite all those feelings and thoughts I told him anyway. He needed to know. More than anyone.

I told him everything the doctor told me. With each word, more and more tears came. And after everything that is wrong with me left my lips, his feet carried him up and off from next to me. Pacing, marks eyes kept filling with tears. Making my heart break even more.

"Hey... come here." I pleaded. He did as I asked and plopped next to me, resting his head on my shoulder, letting out quiet sobs from time to time. I softly placed my hand on his head, running my fingers through his roots. He used to love it when I did it.

"This isn't fair." He cried, his voice breaking as he hiccuped from the crying. Seeing him in so much pain brought the tears back to my eyes. As if I actually stopped crying.

And there we sat. Crying in each other's arms.

"I do have good news though." I whispered. His eyes looked upward at me, almost like a sad puppy. "I love you."

"I love you too."