Philophobia

Pills

Hello friends

Sorry I keep switching between using the names 'Jack' and 'Sean'. Promise I'll pick in particular one for the next chapter.

Enjoy ;)

- Lyn

Mark's POV:

I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt this way. Sitting in my bed and petting Chica's head at this early hour in the morning, I began to grin as I heard footsteps quickly patter towards my room.

Jack burst into my bedroom completely shirtless, and yelling something about forgetting to drug me.

I was happy, laughing even, every moment I was with this man.

Suddenly, Jack realized he was shirtless and ran out of the room blushing.

I shook my head and laughed again. Jack had been staying with me for a couple weeks now, and the initial weirdness of it all had faded quickly. I would go as far to admit it felt like we had been living together for years, and not just barely a month.

Not to say we had changed much, Jack was still a loud mouthed, scattered brained, lovable idiot, and he still liked to remind me I was a giggling baby, but still.

We were changed because we were with each other.

At least I believed so.

As I calmly listened to the familiar sound of Jack preparing my wheelchair and medicine, I felt a pang of sadness bounce off of my heart.

I knew what this feeling was, and every time I felt it I regretted my decision even more.

It hadn't been a good I idea to befriend Sean. At all. I understood full well that he would eventually find his soulmate and leave me behind, which hurt enough. What was worse though was the thought that if he did find his soulmate, and still stayed friends with me, I would have to watch him grow old and die. Jack would move forward.

I would not.

Chica looked up at me and began to lick my face sloppily, but with good intentions. I rubbed her head and smiled, being glad that there was someone I could still be sad around in my life.

I looked up at the door as Sean marched back in, pulling along all of my supplies.

"Alright Mark, you know how this works. You ready?" He said, pulling out giant pills that made me visibly cringe.

"I hate this so much." I replied, turning over as best I could without hurting myself. "That pink pill in particular makes me so loopy for hours afterwards."

"Well I'm sorry to say, but I'm pretty sure it's important, so just-" Jack paused mid sentence and his brow furrowed. Not but seconds afterwards his eyes widened and he began to look panicked.

"Oh geez, I think I left the bacon on the stove too long, hold on." He spoke.

As Jack left the room, I began to take my pills. Looking down at the pink one, I found a bad idea began to form in my head. What if I just didn't take it? If I ignored the thing for one day it probably wouldn't kill me. In fact, I would be more awake and aware of my surroundings and it would be easier to spend time with Jack.