into the deep [m.f]

[5]

(Y/n)'s P.O.V
As I sat up, I was tackled by the man I've grown to know. I smiled and hugged Mark.
"(Y/n), I thought you we're gonna die! Don't ever do that again!" Mark shouted, lightly hitting my shoulder. A sickness came over me as I felt the sudden urge to puke my guts up. I ran to the nearest container and threw up in it. Spitting out anything else, I wiped my mouth on the cloth Mark gave me.
"What was that?" I asked, looking at Mark, the nauseous feeling in my stomach not dissipating after I threw up.
"I'm not sure, but it might be because you haven't eaten in a while. You were unconscious for 3 days" Mark said, shrugging his shoulders.
"3 DAYS?!" I yelp, snapping my head back around at him, triggering another tsunami of barf from my stomach. I heaved my remaining insides into the bucket, Mark holding back my (h/l) hair from my face. I wiped my mouth on the same rag and stuffed it back into my pocket. I hold my head and clench my teeth, trying to block out the disgusting feeling in my stomach.
"(Y/n), you just woke up, so do you want food? You should probably sit back in bed..." Mark notes, wrapping his arms around me and carrying me to the bed bridal style. Feeling exhausted, my head rests against his chest as I try to seek peace in sleep. He sets me down on the king sized bed and put the blankets on me. I can't sleep as the pain in my gut has worsen. I just shut my eyes for a minute to lay down, eventually, but very slowly, drift off into sleep.
Mark's POV
I don't know what's wrong with (Y/n), it could be just that she's awaken from her slumber, but it seems weird and super out of place. Why is this much happening? I understand the throw up the first time, but why does she feel this awful? If she is sick, we don't have the materials to help her recover, because there's nothing in this goddamn ocean that can or will help me help her get better. It's not fair, but it's how fate likes to play with me, a pawn in their sick twisted game, pulling everything away from me that I love.
"I-I-I like you too..." says a voice. I look around to see where it comes from. I see (Y/n), mumbling in her sleep. I hope she was talking about me, but that's probably not the case.
(Y/n) P.O.V (In dream)
Opening my eyes, I look around. The sky, a dull blue, is clear, matching the quiet atmosphere. I turn around to find myself on top of a hill, under a cherry tree. My point of view changes suddenly as I go from being in my body to spectating it. Mark walked behind me and hugged my waist. I blushed and hugged him back.
"Thanks for agreeing to meet me here." Mark said, letting go of my waist and going to sit down at the trunk of the cherry tree. I soon follow suit, sitting right next to Mark.
"No problem. What else would I do? Ignore you?" I faintly smirked, putting my head on his shoulder.
"Maybe, I'm not in your mind." Mark sassed back.
"Anyways, you said you wanted to meet me here?" I said, getting back on topic. I started floating around the two of them to see if there was anyone coming. Since there wasn't any, spectating me floated back around to see Mark & "Me".
"Ok, so, I know this is weird, and that we've been friends for a while, but I l-like you." Mark stuttered on the last words. At this point, I knew this wasn't a flashback dream, but rather one of those dreams your mind makes up.
"I-I like you t-too." "I" say, blushing and hugging Mark. Mark smiles and the dream fades away.
(Out of dream)
I open my eyes, looking around for a few seconds before having another wave of nausea wash over me. I throw the blankets off of me, and start speed-walking to the trash can. My stomach turns up it's dry insides into the trash can, making me feel awkward and giving me a terrible headache. I stumble back to the bed, slowly getting onto it and then turning onto my side to help my stomach and head ache. Looking around, Mark isn't in the room, so I climb the ladder and go upstairs to the other room in the weird structure. I find Mark upstairs, pacing around mumbling things. I walk over to him and put my hand on his shoulder. He jumps, making his muscles tense, then relaxing.
"(Y/n), I think there's something wrong with you." Mark says, running a hand through his hair.
"Well no duh." I laugh, pulling the man into a hug.
"(Y/n), we don't have anything to help you. I used the last of it up." Mark mumbled
(A/n): Guess what? Ya boi did research for this chapter! And if any of you were wondering, NO, she's not pregnant. Also, THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 500 reads! Love you guys <3