Immortality ‖ Septiplier

Chapter 30

"Go home, Mark. Get some change of clothes and come back here. Okay?"
Melanie is talking to me like a child but I understand. I feel like a child clueless to what is happening, not knowing how to properly react.
"Can you drive me home."
"Someone needs to stay with Sean."
My poor baby he doesn't deserve this he's done nothing but be kind and helpful to the lives he's encountered.
"Okay."
"You'll be fine, Mark. I have hope in both of you. Come here."

She hugs me and I hug her back forgetting my jealously and everything except Jackie's well being. I can feel myself change from this clueless idiot to a scared and desperate man who will do anything to save his husband.
I reach my car and fish for my keys but then think to myself, I can barely even concentrate and focus to even drive so I just decided to walk because the hospital wasn't even that far from our house.

It was cold outside, but I didn't care I kept walking staring at the pavement and occasionally looking up when I reach a intersection point.

The cold wind reminded me that this isn't a dream and it's actually happening I was really walking home from the hospital covered in my husband's vomit.
The smell of it didn't make me want to throw up myself, because it didn't even have a scent at all. It was all white with a little bit of color from the sandwich.

My poor baby threw up stomach acid and the sandwich he ate.

For two years I've studied to be a doctor and while in training I've never seen anything like this. I've seen people throw up things they can't keep down because of a stomach flu, but I'm pretty sure Jack doesn't have the stomach flu.

It's happening again. He's leaving me like my family left me and my friends left me, 35 yeas after no social interaction and when I break the rules I fall in love only to be punished like this.

When I reached our house I packed a few outfits and a few of Sean's, because I do have faith in him that he'll survive this and quickly took a shower. The warm water washes off all of the stress and fear of today and I honestly feel free, like I would feel any other day.

The daily routine of waking up and taking a shower, thinking about all the things me and Jack did on our honeymoon then drifting off to what will the future have in store for us, then on time he'll sneak into the shower with me snaking his arms around me then I'll turn my body in his grip pulling him in for a kiss.

But he's not here. He's not here to wash my body and trace my scars with his fingers like he always does. He's not here to lay in bed with me and share the breakfast he made us both.

After I was done and I walk out of the foggy bathroom I see the room still scattered with rose petals and the candles started to melt with the wick barely surviving.

In a way that was my Jacky, his candle has come to its end and it's wick was slowly fading.
"Your going to make this. I know you can."
I whisper to the candle before pinching the small flame.

Our room still smelt like the strawberry champagne, sweet rose petals and the scented candles. I fall back on the bed making the petals jump when I made contact.

We would of made love on this bed. I pick up a single pink red petal and bring it to my nose to smell it's beautiful scent.

Some were starting to die and by some I mean one or two, but I gather those and throw them away cleaning up the bed and room so it's ready for us when we get back.
While picking out both of our clothes I see the small box I hide away in the sock drawer. Opening it I carefully take out the necklace that opened to a small picture of us on our wedding day and another one of us, he looks so happy standing there while I recite my vows, I place it into the bag with the rest of the things.

I give a final look back to the romantic scenery, but sad atmosphere, before throwing my bag over my shoulder and heading back to the hospital.