I'm fine (Sequel to I'm bored) //Markiplier Fanfic\\

Twenty-Five

Mark

The room was silent as alex was in surgery. All life was taken from us. Me, Jack, eathan, Ro, Matt, and Ryan were all there for her. We wanted her to be okay. All we ever wanted was for her to be okay.

But we all failed.

"How you doing man?" Jack asked sitting next to me. I shrugged. Jack has always been my best pal. He's like a brother to me. I looked over to Tyler about to tell him something but I quickly stopped and became concerned. I may be tired or delusional because of this whole situation but he didn't have a face. In fact, nobody did his sister. I sat up straight, wide eyed looking at them. I was so confused-

"Mr. Fischbach." The doctor said walking into the room, looking at the chart gripped tight in his hand. I sat up and rushed over to him. "She's fine." I let out a breath of air that I didn't know I was holding. "But due to a lot of blood loss during the surgery, she's in a coma. Now we don't know when she's gonna wake up. So please don't get your hopes up. She may not even wake up."

I quickly nodded and headed to the bathroom I needed a place to be by myself. I felt sick. The worst case scenario happened. And the more I thought about it the more I wanted to vomit. So I ran the test of the way to the bathroom. Locking the door behind me.

I cried in the bathroom for a few minutes before I walked out and hugged everyone. They were crying too. They told me we were allowed to go see her. But she is in awful shape.

I didn't care. I just wanted to see her and say I love her one more time.

We walked down the hall, sniffles and whimpers sounded down the lighted hallway. I wrapped my arm around Jack's as he wrapped his around me. He was my best friend so I wanted to seek comfort with him.

We walked up to the door and walked in. She looked so peaceful, despite her soft lips that were wrapped and taped around a breathing tube, and her fingers that were hooked up to machines. She didn't look her beat, yet in my eyes she still managed to look beautiful.

I rushed up to her, laying on her almost, hoping my warmth will be enough to cause her to wake up. I laid on her shoulder and thought to all the memories we had together. The chocolate cakes and karaoke sessions. The first time we met. The first time we kissed.

I cried.

I wanted her to be awake. I wanted her bright green eyes to open and her beautiful, love worthy smile to brighten the mood of the room. But she wouldn't wake up. No matter how hard I cried, no matter how many times I told her I loved her, she wouldn't wake up.

"I'm sorry." Is all I said. I can't believe what I did. I let her get hurt. Everything I told her I would do was that I would protect her. And I didnt. She's in pain because I didn't protect her.

"God, I love you so much." I said as I buried my face into her chest. Trying to hear her fluent heart beat. But it was ragged and slow, as if it would stop at any moment. I leaned back, sitting in a near by chair and grabbing her cold hand and looked at her face.

It was pale, yet still unbelievably pretty. Her eyes were closed and she looked so peaceful. I squeezed her hand and rested my head on the bed below her. I wanted her to tell me it was fine. That she was okay.

And for a split second I thought she squeezed my hand back.