The Crash.

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by Greely

by Greely

Mark's POV
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   I weakly wake up. Dust flying everywhere. Crashed down buildings. I immediately stand up.
   "JAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!"
I scream at the top of my lungs. I start sobbing. My glasses barely hanging because one side of my glasses were broken. Quietly and weakly I hear,
"Mark...... I can't move.... I feel.... Dead."
   I yell back to Jack, worried.
   " I'm gonna find you!!!"
No response.
Mark runs around the plane crash frantically looking for Jack. Finally, Mark finds Jack stuck underneath the wing of the plane. Both of his legs broken. I didn't know what to do. I grabbed the end of the wing and lifted. Some people had stood up
from the crash and watched me in amazement as I lifted the wing of the plane off Jack. I pushed it aside and picked up Jack. His legs were bloody and broken. I picked him up and carried him to the nearest hospital. They weren't sure if Jack was going to make it.

Jack POV
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I couldn't feel anything. Lights running over my head. People in the halls. Mark by my side. People screaming. I was being rushed to the E.R. After I was rushed into the E.R everything went black.

Mark's POV
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I was right there by Jack's side. Wearing my favorite flannel shirt covered in ashes but that doesn't matter right now. My matter is Jack. They stop me before they rush Jack into the E.R. They told me I should go home.
   "NO! I have been here for him so I have to be here!!!!"
I scream. They force me to leave. I go back to the motel where I was staying temporarily. I lost all of my stuff in the crash, but I had a rental car. I could go for a drive. I didn't. I smashed a couple delicates that we're lying around the motel room. I was so mad I could've killed someone. I didn't though because I had to be there when Jack woke up. I stayed at a motel with nothing but my phone. All of my clothes were burned or gone in the plane crash. I got a phone call from Jack's mom.
"Mark..."
   My eyes started to tear up even though she only said my name.
   "I need you to tell Jack his father died."
   I started sobbing.
" I can't."
My voice broke.
   "Well why not?"
"Jack is in the hospital with two broken legs!"
   Tone dial. She hung up the phone and tracked me with her blood hound sense. I didn't know if she'd be able to find me, but hey. A mother's love stops at nothing. Just a day goes by when I hear a knock at my door. I answered.
   "WHAT HOSPITAL?"
"I don't know!"
   My voice broke. Again. Why was this so hard for me? Probably because the person I love is on the verge of death. I got Jack's mom in the car and drove her to the hospital.
   "Mark. Thank you. Thank you for saving my boy."
"I will be there for him. Always."
   She ran off before I could even say goodbye. I turned around and started thinking. Should I go in? Should I stay? Should I leave? Should I go back to California and pretend he's fine?
   That's what I did. I got on a plane when I realized this isn't the right thing to do. We started leaving the plane run way.
"WAIT!"
I stand up and shout. The plane stops and everyone groans. I run off and take my stuff. I ran, by foot, to see MY Jackaboy.

Jack's POV
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It's so.... blurry.. everyone moving so swiftly.. I had no idea what was going on.. till we pushed through those doors.
"Unhhhhhh..."
I said weakly. I realized I was in the hospital.
"Mark?...."