When A Girl Died •Septiplier•

The Hospital

3rd Person POV

The faint beeping and soft glow of the heart monitor might have been the only thing keeping him sane. Yet at the same time, edging him closer and closer to insanity. The lights of the hospital room had been turned off for the night. The only sound he wanted to hear was her breathing. He was sitting in the chair next to her bed, elbows resting on his knees. Soon enough he rested his head in his hands and fell asleep. When he awoke the next morning, seeing a nurse checking on the girl lying on the bed.

"Is she gonna be okay?" The nurse looked over at him, confused.

"Were you here all night?" Mark nodded. The nurse then explained to him his choices. Wait for her to wake up, but there's a high chance she won't remember much, or he can pull the plug and let her go.

"I'll give you time to think." The nurse said as she walked out of the room. Mark stood up from his chair and placed his hand on the edge of the bed and looked down at her. Her hair still showing some leftovers from the accident. Small burns and cuts covered her body, her lips still had dried blood on them and they looked dry. Mark grabbed her hand, being gentle with it, as if he held onto hard she would break like glass. Mark stood there, just watching her breath, her body language seemed peaceful, but the marks left on her skin told another story. He felt his eyes begin to well up, feeling like it was his fault for her pain. He knew a choice must be made, his head told him to let her go and end her suffering, while his heart said give her a chance at life again.

"I don't wanna let you go." Mark leaned down and kissed her hand. Soon the nurse returned and he gave his answer. The nurse gave him an guess about when she may wake up based on the girl's current state.

"I give her two weeks at most to wake up."

Two days passed, the man felt himself getting lonelier and lonelier by the minute. Friends and family came by, his family waiting for the news while some mutual friends worried for her.

A week passed the girl's heart beat was fainter, the doctors began to worry. Mark began to hope for a miracle, but the reality of it was cold and harsh.

The two week guess had finally been reached. Her heartbeat stopped, she didn't wake up. She had no family of her own to worry for her, only a few distant cousins and what not.

The following week she was buried. Mark cried so hard it felt as if he would drown in his own tears. He didn't have a shoulder to cry on because he didn't want a different one than her's. His friends and family offered him help, but he refused. She would have wanted him to be strong. He shut the doors to everyone, just leaving him and his thoughts. Weeks passed, he still recorded but wore a fake smile most of the time.

Until that night. Mark had went to bed, holding a pillow close as one of the few comforting things he could do. His dream was calm and peaceful, and for once in a long time his heart felt warm. He walked around in his dream enjoying the landscape. The glowing blue water and the dark gray and black walls made for a calming location. He kneeled down along the edge of a river and picked a glowing blue flower out of the ground. He looked at it and thought.

"She would have loved this." Mark looked at the flower in more detail, seeing the way the different blue hues swirled together. He admired the flower for a while longer before setting it into the river and watching it slowly drift away. A small smile danced upon his lips as he stood. He kept walking down the way, taking in the detail.

"Hello?" He spun one his heels trying to find out where the voice he had heard.

"W-who's there?" As Mark looked around, a ghost like being appeared in front of him. The bottom of her dress fading into nothing as did her hands, her ghostly white skin made her stand out against the black background. He jumped and gave a small scream as he saw her.

"Don't be afr-"

"IT'S YOU!!! YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I'VE MISSED YOU!!" Mark went to go and hug her, but with her being incorporeal and all it didn't work out that well. After Mark realized he had just walked through her, he turned around to face her once again. She kneeled on the ground, the end of her dress dipping into the water. He sat next to her, letting his feet dip into the water. She came into his dream with a purpose, she needed him to get over her. He felt a cold hand on his cheek as his head was pulled up from looking at the river too looking into her eyes.

" Mark, you need to move on. I know it's hard, but I know you can do it."

"But... You're here, why can't I be with you." She sighed and gave him a small smile of her own.

"Because people need you, there's no way I can come back. You need to be there for them, just as much as you need them to be there for you." Her smile faded as she saw a tear fall down his cheek.

"H-how are you able to touch me? But I can't touch you...?" She wiped his tear and looked at him, her eyes being the only thing that looked human about her.

"It's a ghost thing, but you need to move on. I'm gone and you're still here." She watched as more tears spilled from his eyes.

"B-but this is a dream, why can't you be real?! Why can't you be here with me?!" She looked Mark dead in the eyes and said.

"Because someone out there really loves you. Someone who's alive and waiting for you to open up those doors and let them help you. You need to move on Mark." At that moment she looked like a real person, like her wounds had healed after the accident. She hugged him close and let him cry into her shoulder as he returned the hug. She waited for Mark to calm down, it took him longer than she thought. Either way she was patient as she waited. Mark looked up at her, his eyes red from his crying, his lips pouting.

"P-please don't leave me. Make me sleep forever so I can be with you... ". Mark woke up and looked out his window, seeing it was still the dead of night. He got up and walked to his bathroom, seeing that his face was wet with tears. Mark sighed and grabbed a hand towel and put some water on it before wiping his face off. He set the towel on the counter and looked into the mirror. He jumped when he saw the ghost from his dreams hovering behind him.

"Let me help you."