Septiplier - I Found You In The Dark

Chapter Three - Well hello there

"Come on! we gotta get-"

A annoying ringing noise was stuck in Marks head. It kept on going. It was cold. He tried moving, but something hold him down. Slowly, and painfully he opened his eyes. Around him,  was burning subjects, floating in... water? It was all dark, the sun was going down in the horizon. He then lifted his head. With all his mighty power, he was in the ice-cold water. The upper body was on a seat, floating just enough to hold his weight.

His lower-body was feeling less, his legs death-still in the water. A thought hit him. His parents. Bernard. The children on the plane. Everyone. He looked around, but was only surrounded with floating, ruined plane parts. Some of it was lit on fire.

Panic crept up in him. As he tried to move again, his arms was unmovable. He was going to yell out for help. But nothing was there, not a sound came out. He placed his head, tired, down on the seat. 

I'm going to die alone.

A sharp light suddenly hit him in the face, and a mans silhouette was seen, behind where the light came from. Mark squinted his eyes, from the sudden light.

"A survivor! Over here, send more!" The man shouted. When he came closer, Mark noticed he was standing on a red lifeboat. Mark felt a sharp pain in his side, when some strong hands lifted him up from the behind.

He was placed in a lifeboat, surrounded with some men, with lights on their helmets. Only now he realized that he was going to be okay. But then again, what about his family? He started shaking, and he then felt tears running down his cold cheeks.

"M-m-more..." He got stammered out. "Handerson!" Mark yelled out, in pain, when the sharp pain in his side got worse. 

A man bowed over Mark, and examined him. "I closed the wound. It was caused by the seat belt, on the side of the seat." The man said, and put a blanket over him. "You are going to make it, boy." He said, while he injected some liquid in Marks forearm. The man stood up, now looking down at him. "I think..." He mumbled, just loud enough for Mark to hear it.

Marks eyes widen, in fear. But slowly his vision became blurry, he stopped shaking, and a dreamless sleep fell over him.

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The feeling in his legs has returned. He could feel every single parts of his body. I couldn't think of where in earth he could be. His bed? He did remember his legs and arms feeling less, actually his hole body. His nose weirdly enough irritable.

He was covered with something soft, and it smelled like cleaning products, like clean alcohol. He tried opening his eyes, but his vision was blurry, and his eye gates was tired. He moved his arm, and he could fell wires, from his hand. His irritable nose, was really irritable now.

He laid there a bit more. After what felt like a daze, he was finally able to open his eyes, and focused. Mark looked around. A hospital room. 

Great.

Around him were machines, blood-pressure measurements, an IV pole and a heart rate monitor. I light upon him, shined sharp right down in his face. By his other side, there was a little table, with note block on top of it. He leaned in that direction, and read:

Two broken rips-

Frostbitten toes-

Big wound, in right side of chest-

Near death experiment-

Deep wounds by the frontal lobes-

Concussion/Amnesia-

The list was long. It continued to the next side. Mark let out a deep sighed, but ended up coughing. He was tired. He wanted to go home. 

Why am i here? What happened?

He had a lot of questions. He closed his eyes, he then let his hand up to his nose. He felt a wire, that was stuck up in his nose. His throat hurt, he took to it.

"Probably from a oxygen wire..." He sighed. "No, you actually coughed up blood." A heartless voice said. Mark opened his eyes and turned to see an silhouette of a woman. "Why?" Mark asked.

"Why what?"

"Did i cough up blood?"

"Oh."

The woman stayed silent a few minutes, before walking out of the light, so Mark could see her face. "Mother?" He asked confused. She sighed of his confusion.

 "Well hello, there. Whom would else be?"

"Barbara..." Mark said, without thinking of his words.

She looked down. She crossed her arms, in a way trying to comfort herself. Mark looked confused. "What?" He asked a bit irritable for her not answering his former question. "She didn't make it..." She sighed out. His eyes winded in thought of everything that has happened.

He felt himself tear up, by the thought of the hole plane ride. 

A doctor came in of a good hidden door, behind the machines. He walked over to Marks Mother, and said: "Misses Fischbach, you'll have to leave now." She nodded in respond, and looked a single glance over to Mark, and walked out of the room.

He took the note block, and flipped through the little book. He then pointed on the last page. "Mark Edward Fischbach, right?" 

"Yes.."

"Do you remember anything from yesterday?"

"Yesterday? Have i been asleep for that long?"

"Yes, the Hypnotica worked well."

"Um, then..." Mark could feel a lot of warm tears streaming down his face. "Y-yes..." He got stammered out.

"Good, i mean...-Sorry for you lost. Listen." He said putting the note block away. And bowed a bit over Mark. "I'll let you rest, for now. More questions will be asked. The police mean that the plane was terrorized."

"What? Really? Oh God... i'm going to murder that person who did THIS!" Mark yelled out. "I know it's hard. But this is only temporary, you'll get through this." The Doctor said, calming Mark down.

"Sleep well, boy. You'll need a lot of energy!" He said with a put on smile. He then got up, and was on the way out of the door. He then stopped in his actions. "Oh, and if you get hungry or need to go to the restroom..."

The doctor held an art break. "You'll press on the red bottom, with a health-care sign on!" He said, and closed the door behind him.

Mark let out a big sighed, without coughing, and relaxed back. "Keep it together. Don't lose it..." He felt back to his sleep, still with puffed eyes from the deep wounds, in his heart.