It's Too Late (Septiplier)

18.

~Jack~

We arrived at Marks house soon after and I was nervous. I have no clue why exactly, maybe it's because I've only been here once before. Maybe it's because I just got out of the hospital. Maybe it's just a collection of anxiety of nervousness and various other insecurities that always are plaguing me.

The car comes to a stop in the driveway and Mark, who was sitting beside me, slipped out. I followed, pushing my way out of the car. I stood up, I felt a little less woozy than the last time I stood up.

As we walked into the house, I kept my head low and avoided eye contact. I was trying to avoid looking at Mrs. Fischbach who I know would look strangely at me. Fortunately, she wasn't home at the moment and I allowed myself to pick my head up slightly to take in my surroundings.

I have only been here once and I don't think I ever really took in the beauty that is this house. It actually looks and feels like a home. The walls a nice, light shade of blue and are well taken care of. The floors are a dark hardwood, with a nice polish over them with minimal scratches. The couches look like they have been used quite a bit, yet are well kept without any stains or scratches. Better yet the house doesn't smell like sweat, alcohol, and smoke. This is the opposite of my house, which is something I can get used to.

I turned back to Mark as he led me upstairs and into his room.

"Jack, you will be sleeping in my bed," Mark said with a smile on his face.

"Mark, we went over this. I don't want to sleep in your bed! You can't give up your bed to me!" I argued.

"Yeah well, this is different."

"How so?" I questioned.

"You just got back from the hospital, and you must rest. Doctors orders." I sigh, I know it's true, but I don't feel like I deserve any of this. When Mark never hears a response come from my mouth he opens his mouth again.

"Lay down Jack." I give him a strange look.

"I'm not a dog Mark. I can do whatever I want." Mark gives me a little smile and rests his hands on my shoulder. I raise an eyebrow. What is he doing?

Mark then gives a gentle push on my shoulders. I don't resist and sit on the bed.

"Mark, why did you do that?"

"You need to rest, and I did in a way to lighten up the mood." I roll my eyes at how silly Mark can be sometimes.

"I guess it worked Mark, my mood is feeling slightly lightened," I say as I look up at Mark. A large smile sweeps across his face once the words escaped from my mouth. Then the smile left and a serious look took over. Mark looked directly at me, eyes locking.

"Jack, the doctor handed me all those papers. However, there was one that we needed to keep. I don't know that you noticed as I put it in my pocket so I didn't forget it," Mark took a breath, where was this going?

"It was a note that says you'll be absent from school for two weeks." I only look at him, he then continues.

"I will still have to go to school, Jack, leaving you by yourself." My eyes widen at that. I shake my head at him.

"But Mark, I will feel weird if I have to be in your house without you."

"Jack, I know you're not comfortable with anyone else, but I don't have any other choice." I sigh and lay down on the bed. I close my eyes, but don't fall asleep.

A minute later I feel a dip near the edge of the bed start to form and the slight creak of the bed could be heard. I never opened my eyes of picked my head up off the bed.