Just by chance (Markiplier X Reader)

~|Chapter 10|~

Your POV

Your eyes cautiously slit open and you struggled to keep them from closing. Blurry images filled your vision and you could faintly make out someone standing over you. Mark?... No, a doctor of some sorts. A rush of what felt like liquid entered you arm and you suddenly felt so tired... So so tired... The darkness seemed so inviting all of a sudden. Then you were pulled down and your eyes shut as you drifted off back to sleep. This happened many times over the next... Couple of weeks? Every time the cold liquid would come and you couldn't stay awake, though the last time you woke up everything was becoming a lot clearer. You could make out two men sitting in the corner of the room and then running over to you. The one with the dark hair gently stroking your face, muttering soothing words in your ear.
"Mark?" You had croaked but as always, the darkness consumed you and you fell asleep.
Your eyes opened for what seemed like the millionth time and you could see clearer. The room was a pale blue colour with a sad looking plant pot in the corner. Cheap plastic blinds barely covered the window and usually you would be blinded by the sun but it was late at night and the moon was behind the clouds. Your arms were pinned down by the stiff hospital sheets and only now did you notice the stale, medical smell filling your nostrils. You wrinkled your nose at the scent. Sitting in a flimsy plastic chair was Mark. His beard scruff was out of control, his floof was all messed up arms he looked like he hasn't slept for days. Despite all this, he still looked damn gorgeous and you cracked a secret smile, knowing that he wouldn't ever see.
"I can't believe you're all mine..." You whispered to him, your words barely recognisable due to your throat.
"I'm all yours." Tears filled your eyes and a stray tear made its way down your cheek. These were tears of happiness, not sadness and your cracked lips formed a lopsided smile. Deciding not to wake him up, you lay in the stiff bed, watching him sleep until you fell under yourself, dreaming of kind eyes and a goofy grin.

"(Y/N)?" A voice called, snapping you ur of your dreams and pulling you into reality.
"M-Mark?" You asked, opening your eyes. He was cupping your face with his big, strong hands and staring at you intently with those mocha eyes. He was wearing his signature lucky flannel and some casual jeans.
"You're awake!" He said happily, planting his lips on your forehead and pulling you into a gentle hug.
"Ow..." You muttered, Mark squeezing you slightly too hard.
"Oh, sorry (Y/N)!" He smiled, taking your hand. "(Y/N), It is a week since the... Incident... And you have many broken bones and muscle damage..."
"To be precise, you have a broken femur, both your legs were fractured and you have broken a couple of ribs. I will go into details later." Said the doctor, sliding open the door and standing by your bedside.
"How long until I can get out of this hospital?" You asked nervously, biting your lip.
"Oh, I'm sure you can get out in the next few days, provided you have a suitable carer." He said with a smile. "Press this button if you need me." He said, indicating to a green button on the bed controls. He slid open the door and closed it behind himself, leaving the room in silence.
"So... What about it?" Mark asked, looking hopefull.
"What about what?" You replied, confused.
"Me being your carer?" He said, pushing a lock of hair behind your ear with his thumb.
"Umm, you don't have to do that..." You mumbled, blushing.
"It's only for a few weeks!" He said, giving you that goddamn goofy grin.
"Ugh... Fine!" You answered, your face breaking into a beaming smile. He smiled at you and flicked his floof out of his eyes. He leaned in and you inhaled his lovely Mark scent. Your faces slowly inched closer and closer until he finally put his lips on yours. You pressed yours firmly against his and he pulled you close. He smiled through the kisses and pulled away, an arm around your shoulder. You leaned into his neck and breathed out heavily, letting out all of your stress.
"Thank you." You said into his neck crease. The rumble from his voice box replied and made you giggle from the vibrations.
"Anything."

Later, you and Mark were cuddling and catching up when there was a knock on the door.
"Come in!" You said as loud as you possibly could, considering the state your throats was in. The door was pushed open and a man came in. A man with absurdly green hair. A man that could only be...
"OOOHH MY GAAWWHHHHDD ITSS JACKABOYYYY!!!" You screamed, hurting your throat in the process.
"(Y/N)! Is everything okay??" Mark yelled, running his hands through your hair and feeling your forehead for your temperature.
"Oh Markimoo, she's only fangirling over little ol me!" Sean yelled in his cute Irish drawl. He was wearing one of his merch shirts, black jeans and converse.
"Oh my goodness!!" You whispered, awed over having TWO of your idols in the same room!
"Hey Mark." Sean said, pulling him into a 'manly hug'.
"Hey." Mark replied, breaking the hug and pulling up a chair to sit by your bed.
"Hey (Y/N)!" Sean said, smiling his cheeky Irish grin. "I've heard a LOT about you!"
"Oi!" Mark said sheepishly, giving Sean a playful punch in the arm.
"Ah I'm just jokin. How're you feelin?" He said sympathetically.
"Um... A lot better I guess. Especially with Mark here." You say happily, smiling contagiously.
"That's really good. It's good to meet you (Y/N), I've spent many days sitting here waiting for you too feel better!" He joked and you chuckle softly.
"Ugh.." You choke as you realise your aching hunger and thirst.
"Baby girl, what's wrong?" Mark asks sweetly, smoothing my hair out.
"Oh just I'm super hungry and thirsty..." You croak, massaging your throat.
"Oh don't worry we'll go straight to Starbucks and McDonald's and get you only the best!" Sean offers straight away and Mark nods in agreement.
"See you really soon, okay?" Mark whispers, giving me a soft kiss on my sore head. Yph smile gaily and settle back into the sheets. After a couple minutes, a knock on the door startles you. The door slides open and a face pops in. It's (F/N)!
"Oh (Y/N) honey!" She cries, running over to you. "How are you??"
"I'm okay. I'm just so glad Mark is here!" You smile through the pain.
"God, you're so brave." She says, eyes brimming with tears.
"No, I just want to live." You replied. "Did they get... him?"
"Yep!" She exclaims. "The only problem is, you'll have to testify at the court case."
"Oh no.." You frown, sleep taking over suddenly. "I'm sorry I'm just so... tired..." You yawn, suddenly unable to keep your eyes from closing.
"It's okay bestie! Sleep tight!" She says, giving you a friendly kiss on the cheek before you sink into the land of nod.

You wake briefly in the night a couple times, scared and afraid but Mark cradles you and strokes you and whispers sweet nothings in your ear till all the bad thoughts go away. There is really nothing that compares to that man. His contagious laugh, his georgeous mocha eyes and sexy stubble and voice just make you want to drink him in. I mean, who wouldn't? I guess you're just lucky. The luckiest girl ever.