Off The Coasts Of Ireland (Septiplier)

~ Chapter 6 ~

I was lying down at the bottom of the tank, my back resting on one of the tank's walls. My tail swished to and fro as I stared off into the distance, mindlessly watching the fish inside the multiple tanks built into the wall scurry around. Though for some reason, I could hear something tapping from inside one of the fish tanks for the last few minutes, I wonder that's making that noise? Their beautiful different scales and fins glimmered off soft reflections of light. Even with the constantly active fish swimming about to keep me occupied during the day when the scientists weren't in here seeing me, I couldn't stop thinking about yesterday, the meltdown Mark and I shared...

It was so unexpected! The last thing I thought was going to happen during the discussion was Mark and I becoming blubbering messes together. It was so strange that a human would connect and try to relate with me with something I thought no one else has ever felt. I heaved a great sigh of relief and a flurry of bubbles spurted from my mouth and they rose to the surface frolicly. In some ways I feel exposed and kinda fearful, knowing that I've spilled out my whole life to a person I hardly know. Somewhere inside Mark, he was trying to reach out to me, and if I was going to ever overcome my anxiety and depression, I will need to embrace his help. If I was able to tell past me a few days ago that I would actually tell my whole life's story and even cry after, it would have baffled the me who would be sitting on that forsaken coast, not doing a single dang thing. I have the lowest of self-esteem and I'm shy. From the first time I talked to the scientists, I think they thought my shyness was cute but when your the person with it, oh how it can be your terrible curse. To have Mark being the first person to know me feels amazing, at least I've told someone that I can trust with my life to a certain extent. It's going to be really awkward the next time me I see Mark. I wonder if it's day time now, there's no windows in this room and there is no way of telling-

Abruptly, the doors flung open and Dr. Walsh, Nelson and Fischbach all walked in with cups of freshly brewed coffee and their clipboards. They were laughing and bumping into each other playfully as they chatted. I briskly swam up from the bottom of the tank and pressed myself up against the front side. "Good morning Jack!" Dr. Walsh greeted me with a slur of laughter in his voice. Mark and Amy immediately stopped laughing as they all came towards me and stifled themselves into serious tones. I broke through the surface of the water and propped myself up back on the rim. I glanced nervously and quickly over to see Mark's face, to my surprise, it was normal! He had a big, wide grin on his face and his whole appearance seemed to beam with happiness. I felt my face turn to a questionable expression, why does he look so calm? After what just happened yesterday between us?

"Today Jack were going to do multiple tests and take some samples from you. This is going to take all day to accomplish so we better get to it!" Dr. Walsh's voice startled me as it broke my deep thinking. "Oh, ok then!" I made my voice overly joyful, I just couldn't get the strong memory of Mark and I balling out tears and sharing emotions. "I will get the towels!" Mark announced as he rushed over to the back wall and to the sink, he opened a cabinet overhead and pulled out stacks of white towels.

As he was putting them beside the sink and turning on the sink faucets, Amy sped walked over to a large armoire. "I will gather the equipment!" She paced past Mark but as she zipped behind him, she slipped her hand onto his waist and slid it across his lower back. Mark jerked suddenly backwards as he gazed surprisingly at Amy, who strode confidently over to the armoire as if she didn't touch him. Mark couldn't see her face since he was behind her, but I could see a parted smile and affection appear in her eyes. I couldn't tell why Amy would do that, was she trying to get his attention? For what exactly? At the same time, I heard the same mild tapping of glass coming from the fish tanks. Whatever's making it needs to stop, it's starting to get on my nerves!

Dr. Walsh had walked over to the tank without me even paying a glance down at him. "Ok Mark! Make sure the towels are ready!" Walsh called out, a yelp of assurance from Mark echoed out in response. After a few minutes of Mark and Amy searching and preparing their specified objects, they joined Dr. Walsh at the side of the tank. Mark placed wet towels onto the table closest to them and Amy dropped a hulking box down beside that was packed full of jangling devices.