Septiplier - I Found You In The Dark

Chapter ten - Berrie blue eyes

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Jack's face lit up with a red colour, blushing obvious. But something else in his eyes: Fear. Like he feared Marks next responds. He hid his face in his long sleeved hoodie, looking the other direction. It was starting to get Mark on the nerves whenever Jack looked the other way.

(A/N: BTW, this is a bit of a longer chapter, just for you~)

"S-sorry... They are just that way..." He said, more nervous than ever. Mark was cut off by the Ken walking into the room, with Marks mother. She looked absolutely exhausted and indescribable tired. Her hair a bit messy and heavy bags underneath her eyes. They walked over to them two. Ken spoke up: "You may go home now. He is sat in an artificial coma. We do not know when or whenever he'll be out," He said, placing his hand on the Mothers shoulder, "I'll suggest you go home and relax. It's vacation after all." He finished off, smiling comfortingly to them, trying to lift the atmosphere.

"Sure," Mark said, standing up while pulling Jack with him," Thank you so much for all you have done Ken," Mark said, shaking his hand and looking his in the eyes, nodding. "No problem," He spoke, "Mark. You have to go a check every other day in the next two weeks. Okay?"

"Okay. Thanks again." He finished and took back his hand. He then felt Jack's breathing in his neck. He wasn't that tall, around a ten inches shorter. Mark turned facing Jack, but he straightened up instantly and turned around.

'Is he avoiding me or something?!' Mark asked himself furiously, close to start raging. Jack, on the other hand, was on the other way out. He then stopped when he noticed the chair full of snacks. There he stood for a few moments before the mother stepped in: "Let's go." She said, her voice cracking at the end, from the lack of hydration. Jack and she then stepped out of the white painted building. Ken and Mark were left back. "I'll go check you guys out," He said, turning walking away, before stopping again, "By the way. You might take care of that kid while your mother is resting. She needs as much rest now." Then walking away.

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Mark opened the door for them, leading them inside of the cabin. His mother had plastered a strict facial expression on her exhausted face. Jack was following her closely. He shut the door and followed behind them. Then his mother stopped up: "I'm going to bed. You'll have to go shopping for food and supplies." And walked upstairs and turned right. Jack and Mark were left back. They stood in an uncomfortable silent, mostly because of Jack, who was squirming and scratching around. Just until Jack spoke up: "I'm going outside," with a surprising confidence. Mark turned and looked at him in just as much surprise, "I-i-i.... i- I mean. M-may i-?"

And back to the stuttering.

"Yeah, I mean... you live her, right?"

"Um... yes, and thank you!" 

"For what?"

Jack looked away and turned around to walk out of the living room, to the patio door, that was leading outside. He mumbled something before opening the door and standing outside. Now Mark was left back. It then hit Mark, that Jack nor he has eaten. "Wait!" Mark yelled, running to the door. The annoying side pain it him and a stretching pain in his back tug him down on the floor. He hit the floor with a loud crash. From his eye corner, he could see Jack walking into the woods. 

Mark was laying on his stomach, with both of his hand on each side of his head. 'Great' he thought, trying to push himself up from the wooden floor. His stomach rumbled. He needed to make some food, but all the snacks were left at the hospital. Mark sighed. In a fast movement, he pushed himself, fast regretting. He stood still a second, just to presume the pain. After he has been standing there for a few minutes, he walked towards the kitchen.

Nearly there he changed his mind and turned to the door to the toilet. In a bad need of doctor recommended pain-killers, he opened the mirror and took an orange bottle out. Mark took two pills out and swallowed them. Shaking his head, he walked out, now heading for the kitchen.

Mark opened the fridge, nothing else than a lukewarm milk carton, a half-eaten apple and a musty cheese. Mark tore his nose in disgust, before closing it shut. He then looked through several kitchen cabinets and small drawers. There was nothing left.

He reluctantly gave up his search, before falling back onto the couch. Taking in and out sharp breaths. It's not that that he feel sorry for himself, more or likely for Jack. Mark opened his eyes and looked over at the kitchen clock. It was nearly eight PM. He needed to make some kind of food to them. While Mark was close to having a mental breakdown, in of the door Jack came. Mark turned his head looking over to where Jack was standing in the door opening. In his hands, he had baskets with delicious looking berries.

Mark got up from the couch and worked his way over to him. He stood up looking into Jacks beautiful blue eyes. He stood up in front of Jack, smiling comfortingly at him. Jack's cheeks flushed red and he took in a fast breath, before looking fast away.

"I-i... brought berries..." Jack nearly whispered. "Yeah. I can see that~" He replied back, setting his hand on the basket. A new feeling appeared on Jack's face when Mark placed his hand and said his words: fear. Jack back away, and murmured something, before letting go of the basket. Mark moved his attention away from Jack and gripped the basket. Before seeing Jack running up the stairs, turning right.

"What the..?" Mark asked himself, looking down at the basket of berries. He'd admit, he was pretty hungry. And Jack was probably too.

But then again. What if he had offended Jack? Mark was questioning every single act and decided to put down the basket, running after Jack upstairs.

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Mark stopped outside of Jacks door, waiting a second before knocking on the door. "Jack? You okay?"

"Mmh..." A small sound coming from the room, behind the door.

"Can I come in?" 

"Um... s-sure."

Mark opened the door and saw Jack on the bed, knees pulled up to his flat chest, his head buried away. His room was cold and the bed cleaned, layers of dust in the windowsill, indicating it had been there. Untouched, in a long time. 

Mark sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the young man's puzzled green hair. After waiting a bit, Mark spoke up: "Jack, is something wrong?" Mark sighed leaning further into the bed, placing his hands behind him, while spreading his legs slightly. He tried again: "Jack." A bit harsher. If it was one thing Mark did not like, was it when someone ignored him. It was unusual it happened, but it annoyed him quite much.

"Jaaaack..?" He hints of annoyance in his voice.

"Seán-"

Jack looked up from his pace, seeing Mark with slight anger in his face. "Seá-" Mark was cut off by Jack fast unwrapped his arms from his knees and crawled towards Mark. Whisperings small apologise. "S-sorry! I was, was just! O-out off it..." He sat down beside Marks lap, looking at him with fearfully and pleading eyes.

"I'm sorry i-i just ran off, like that... And! And s-sorry for you, that had to look at my eyes." He said covering his face with his hoodie sleeve. "Seán," Mark softly replied, pulling his legs up from the floor, "I think," He continued, before removing Jacks hands from his face, 

"that your eyes are the most beautiful colour I have EVER seen."