It's Too Late (Septiplier)

16.

~Mark~

It had been almost an hour and I was still as frightened as I was when I first got here. The doctors or nurses never told me anything about his condition so far, so I decided to find out. I walked up to the front desk where the receptionist was sorting through some documents. I cleared my throat.

"Um, excuse me," the receptionist stopped what she was doing and looked at me, "I was wondering about my friend."

"Who's your friend?" she asked me.

"His name is Jack McLoughlin." I say.

"Sorry there are no 'Jack's' here," the receptionist say politely.

"Oh sorry, I mean Sean. His nickname is Jack." She nods and quickly flips through some recent documents.

"Ah, yes, the last update I had gotten was that he wasn't totally stable, however that was twenty minutes ago so I'm not entirely sure," she says as she is handed a piece of paper by a man who walked by.  She looked over it and said,

"You're in luck. Sean's now in stable conditions and can be visited by people." The receptionist smiled at me as she said this.

"What room is he in?" I asked.

"Room 132." I thanked her and ran off. 132, 132, 132. Where is 132? I wondered around for a bit. I finally turned a corner and room 132 was staring at me right in the face. I quickly made my way to it. 

I pushed open the door slowly and inside was Jack who seemed to be sleeping hooked up to a machine that made loud beeps every so often. I closed the door as quietly as I could behind me and looked at his almost lifeless body.

He was pale, he always had been, but more so now. I also noticed he had one of those hospital gowns on. They must have put it on after they were done cleaning up his chest. I sighed at him. Why did he have to do this to himself? I wish I could have stopped him before he did this but how was I supposed to know.

I then walked over to one of the chairs to the side of him and sat down. I had an urge to grab his hand, so I scooted my chair closer to the hospital and grabbed his limp arm. I held back tears when he didn't squeeze back.

I don't why I was so upset. Maybe it was just the setting and the situation he was in at the moment. I just felt like I really needed to be there for him as no one else is going to. I held onto his hand for a while when I realized that my car was in Jack's driveway still.

I dialed my brother, hoping he would be able to go and pick up the car, as he had spare keys to the car.

"Hey what's up?" My brother said, answering the phone.

"Well, I was hoping you could pick up the car for me."

"Why, where are you?" My brother asked.

"I'm at the hospital with my friend," I responded.

"Okay, I'll pick it up. Where is it at?" he asked. I told him the address

"Alright, I'll pick it up for you."

"Thank you," I said with a soft smile, even though I now he can't see me.

"No problem, Mark. I got your back." He then hung up. I put my phone down on the counter next to me and sighed as I looked at Jack. He still hasn't woken up and it's been a couple of hours now.

I slipped my hand under his and lifted it up a bit. I then started to trace circles in it with my other hand. They were surprisingly soft. I looked at him sadly. He seems so peaceful, as if he has no clue what he's putting his body through.

I got a little more restless so I started to hum a song. I started to hum the song I had sung to him when he had gotten beaten up by James, Matt, and Milo.

I remember him whimpering and talking to his mother as I rubbed circles on his back and sung to him. To think that it had happened only weeks ago.

As I continued to hum and rub circles on his palms, I heard rustling. I also felt a tiny tug on my grip. I looked up and Jack was sleepily flopping his head around with his eyes half open. The heart monitor started to speed up.

I leaned over him a little bit and brushed his faded green hair out of his face and whispered to him with a smile on my face.

"Hey, hey, Jack it's okay. Are you awake?" His eyes opened completely and stared at me for awhile. He then realized he had been staring and blushed. He also realized  that my hand was rested atop his forehead. The blush on his face grew brighter.

"Hey Mark," he said, his voice raspy, "where are we?"

"We are at the hospital Jack."

"Why are we here?" Jack asked in a panicked voice.

"We're here because you got yourself drunk and your abdomen was bleeding badly." I didn't mention that I saw what it said on his stomach. He avoided eye contact with me.

"Jack," I started.

"Hmm?"

"I'm not mad at you, you know." Jack slowly brought his eyes back up to mine.

"Really?" he asked.

"Really. I'm just happy you're alive. I am just a little sad, Jack. Because what if I didn't go looking for you. What if I never found you? You would be dead, Jack, and that would be such a waste of such a beautiful and unique piece of life. And if that happened, I would blame myself because I didn't look after you well enough."  I heard a sniffle once I finished saying that. I looked down and saw a teary eyed Jack.

"I'm sorry." Jack sniffled. A tear rolled down his face as he said this. I sighed and gave him a soft smile. I wiped off a tear that was forming on his face and said,

"Don't cry Jack, because that didn't happen. You're alive and apparently very emotional." He gave me a little giggle after I said that. That giggle put a smile onto my face.

Soon Jack laid back down and went to sleep. I stared at the sleepy boy. My phone buzzed next to me.

Where the fuck are you?

Yo what up my broski-doeski's? I updated finally, am I right? But happy fluff until shit goes down in the last sentence. HOLY TOILETS!!!!!!!!!! But since I don't have a lot to talk about I'll talk about my band contest I had today. So yeah I had a band contest, we got a division two. There are three divisions and division one is the best. I'm guessing that we got a really high division two, soo yeah. How was your day? Shitty? Great? Welp, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. Also did you guys see the tweets where Mark is trying to sneak into Ethan's signing? Those were hilarious.