Enemies (Markiplier x Reader)

Is He Okay?!

*Your P.O.V*

There was a scream and then Jack was thrown off of me. I laid there staring at the ceiling. All I could hear was yelling and the smack from impacts of Mark's fists on Jack's skin. Bob just barely came into my field of vision a few moments later. He was holding Mark back while Mark struggled against him to finish his attack on Jack. 

"Mark, calm down!" Bob shouted over Mark's near-demonic screams and Jack's whimpers. I felt myself sit up slowly and look at Mark. He still struggled against Bob. My body began to stand on its own and walk toward the demon that was my best friend so many years ago.

SMACK

The room went completely silent as my hand hung in the air, having just backhanded Mark. His head hung to the left with a large pink blotch already forming on his cheek. He slowly turned his head toward me. My face was set in a deep scowl. I watched the anger in his eyes fade into regret and fear.

"Y/n..?" he whimpered softly.

I turned and walked toward the sobbing Irishman curled up by the bed. Wade was kneeling by him, trying to comfort him. As I knelt down to their level, I heard Jack let out a fearful squeak and curl up into a smaller ball. I set my hand on his shoulder and leaned down to his head. "Jacky, it's me. It's okay."

Wade stood from where he was and walked over to Bob, who had let go of Mark. Mark was on his knees with his forehead laying on his arms on the floor, sobbing loudly. Jack winced at my touch but looked up at me. 

"Jack, I'm so sorry..." I looked back at Mark, who was looking at us with a tear streaked face and outstretched hand. "Please, Jack," he pleaded.

I turned back to Jack, whose face and neck, and possibly his entire body, were bruised. His nose was bleeding and his left eye was swollen shut. I held back my hand from caressing his cheek. "Wade, can you call 911? I don't want to move him."

He nodded and took out his phone. Bob picked Mark up, who was still begging Jack to forgive him, and set him on the couch. I barely heard Wade talking to the operator as I tried to help Jack.

Wade leaned down to my ear and whispered, trying not to bother anyone, "They said they'd have someone here in five minutes. What are we doing with Mark?" I shook my head and looked back at Jack, making sure he was still awake. Wade nodded and walked back to Bob.

"It'll be okay, Jack. The EMTs will be here very soon."

*Time Skip*

I winced slightly as the ambulance hit a pothole. They allowed me to sit with Jack on the way to the ER. 

"As far as we can tell," one of the EMTs started, making me look up, "he doesn't have any internal bleeding or broken bones." Her emphasis on the word "broken" made me tilt my head. "It is very possible that there are fractures on his ribs, and maybe even his skull. What happened, if you don't mind me asking?"

I shrugged. "He fell on top of me and then seconds later he was thrown off and beaten by Mark." I felt my stomach churn from telling her. I can't believe he did this. 

The ambulance came to a stop and they opened the door, letting me step out first. "We need to ask you to sit in the waiting room while we take him to be examined." I nodded and followed them as far as I could before turning back to the waiting room.

It felt like hours passed before anything happened. But it wasn't what I expected. The doors swung open and a familiar voice, coated in sorrow and regret, sounded through the room.

"Is he okay?!"

Hey hey, my cubs! I know this chapter isn't too much longer than the last, but I felt like you guys would've worried about poor Ol' Jackaboy if you hadn't taken him to the ER. Anywhoosies! Thank you for reading! ~Wolfie <3