Mark was on the floor with Jack in his arms. Tears were flying down his cheeks as he held Jack. Jack looked up at him and tried to smile, but instead winced in pain. Mark was just saying I love you over and over again in Jack's ear. EMTs were on the way, and when they got there, they pulled Jack away from Mark, loading him into the ambulance. Mark ran to his car, and started driving after them.
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Jack was in some sort of hospital room. His emergency surgery to remove the knife began in two minutes. Mark was there, a teary mess, holding Jack's hand. Jack thought himself to be so lucky. He had an amazing husband. He couldn't be happier. That's when a nurse disconnected his IV and a couple of other things, and wheeled Jack out of the room. Mark just sat there, watching Jack go.
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Nurses put a small mask over Jack's mouth and nose and told him to breathe in. Supposedly, it would knock him out within a couple minutes. He looked at the nurse.
"Wait miss... My... My husband..." He could barely speak.
The nurse replied with, "Hush. You will be undergoing surgery within a few minutes. Don't push your system too hard. Just think about sleep."
All Jack could think about, however, was Mark.
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Mark Fischbach, please report to the front desk.
Mark stood up when the loud speaker said his name and immediately went to the front desk of the waiting room. A secretary looked up at him.
"I'm speaking to you regarding your husband. Seán Fischbach. His surgery started out very well. The knife was removed. The doctor was then going to cauterize and clean the wound when he found out that the knife had penetrated the bottom of his lung. All thy had to do was let the fluid leak out and close it. But something went wrong."
Mark looked at her, eyes widening in shock.
"The doctors do not think he will make it past the weekend." She said sympathetically.
She continued talking, but he could no longer hear her.
He felt entirely dead inside. Tears were streaming down his face.
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Jack's doctors scrambled to close the wound, but he had already lost too much blood.
The heart monitor beeped.
Slower.
Slower.
Slower.
Then one long sustained beep filled the room.
