It All Started With A Cigarette 《DISCONTINUED》

Please God..

Marks pov
Luckily when I took Jack from the police station the cameras didn't catch me doing it. Which means that Robert didn't  see me. At least I hope because I'm going back down to the station today. God I'm scared, But mostly for Sean's safety. I pull up into the station expecting to see Robert outside with every intention to harm me or Jack. But all I see is what I saw every day, cars lined up perfectly and everyone busy inside. "Mark!" I hear Cheifs voice shrill behind me. "Good to see you too sir." I walk to my office and sit down with my head in my hands. *knock* "what?" "Fischbach, what's the case with Mcloughlin?" "None of your concern." Cheif sits down in the chair in front of my desk. "An Office said you took him out of the station." I froze wanting to kill Wade. "the little bitch" I mumble under my breath hoping Cheif didn't hear me. "Where is Sean?!" I look up at his angered and concerned face. Before I could answer we heard gunshots.

Jacks pov
I was going to find Mark. I sounded like a clingy bitch but I needed him to be safe, especially after what Robert did. I pull into the station seeing his car there and I head inside. "Hey! You can't go back there!" I heard Felix yell but I didn't care if I was wanted or not, I knew exactly where his office was. Two officers stepped in my way and threw me back. I stood up and tried to get through them but they just picked me up and were taking me to the door. I didn't know what I was doing but I kicked one in the balls and punched the other so that his head whipped to the side. I fell to the ground and stood up running then I felt a stabbing pain in my lower leg. I fell with my ears ringing and muffled shouting. I had been shot, but by who?

Marks pov
We ran out of my office to see Jack laying on the floor with blood all over the ground and Ken holding his gun in shock, slowly lowering it."The hell did you do Ken?!" My eyes glossed over and I started to cry. "Oh my God.. I'm so sorry Mark!" "Sorry isn't gonna fix this!" Everyone stood there in silence. "Call a fucking ambulance!" I picked up Sean and cried into his neck. Blood was all over the carpet and his pulse was weak. The paramedics finally got there and pulled him away from me, I didn't want to let go but I had no choice. Tears were still flowing as we rode to the hospital.
Time skip...
He was hooked up to all these different machines.... A few I recognized but he was still unconscious. I had stopped crying but my heart felt like it wasn't there... "I'm sorry Jack.... So sorry." I tried to fight back tears but they flowed down my face like a small waterfall. "Mr Fischbach... Visiting hours are over." "But... If he-" I was cut of by the doctors strict voice. "He will not die Mr.Fischbach! Please leave, unless you are his significant other leave now!" He laughed when he said this and it got me thinking. "Wait I am his significant other!" His face went pale in disgust. "You can stay, excuse me." He ran down the hall and into the bathroom where I think he threw up. He came out holding his stomach. "Hey Doc!" He looked over it my direction with one eyebrow raised. I smiled and flipped him off and walked into Jacks room locking the door. Please God let him live...

Jacks pov
It was black, then white. The surface under me was moving then I was moving. Was I dead or alive? I was alive enough to feel the pain in my leg but dead enough to where I couldn't move. I remember Mark yelling and cussing, doors opening then closing me being moved and machines beebing. I woke up just enough to see Mark with red, puffy eyes but smiling and putting up his middle finger. I smiled weakly but fell back to sleep slowly. As I did I heard Mark pray, 'Please God let him live.'
Yeah, Let me live... It was black again.

A.N.
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Sorry I was bored...
Anyway as always
Haters gonna Hate
Potatoes gonna Potate
Peace and Love readers!!