King (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 22

"So doc, how is she?" I questioned.

"Well....."

"Well what?"

"I don't know what to say." He said. My heart broke in two. Will she live? Was she dying? Is she already dead?! "(Y/N)...." He started.

"What?! Just tell me if she's dying or not!!" I yelled and stood up from my seat unconsciously.

"(Y/N) is more than alive, your highness. She just suffered from a slight blackout and a little loss of blood. She's going to be fine when she wakes up." I sighed out. "But that right wrist of her...ouch, that thing is like in space right now. That's how badly her she sprained her wrist."

"Well, all in all, (Y/N) is ok, right?"

"Heck yeah. Now we just wait until she wakes up." I nodded and the doctor left the room. I looked back at (Y/N) and smiled. She was alright. (Y/N) is fine. I don't need to panic anymore. I slowly started to fall asleep as my brain started to fill with nothing but (Y/N).

------Hours later------

"Mark..."

"Mark."

"Mark!!" A voice called out, which woke me up. I looked up and open my eyes, which was a bad idea since the light from the room entered my eyesight. I rubbed my eyes and looked around the room, where I saw those (E/C) eyes I was craving for. (Y/N). She was awake. She was finally awake.

"(Y/N), you're...you're awake!" I cheered. She chuckled at my childish behavior.

"Yeah, and? I'm fine. Anyways, how long have you been sleeping?" I looked at the clock near by and unfortunately, it was already night time. I had things to do while the sun was still out.

"What, for like two, three hours? Why?"

"Mark, you shouldn't have stayed here. You should have went home and slept." (Y/N) said.

"Dude, people sleep for eight or more hours." She rolled her eyes at me, ignoring my comment. "Anways," I responded, getting up from my seat and going over to the girl in a hospital bed and checking her if her injuries have healed. "How do you feel?"

"A bit dizzy, but I thin-" She stopped herself. She looked puzzled by something.

"What?" I rasied an eyebrow.

"My right hand feels limb." She lifted her right hand to her face to see a big cast securing her hand in place. "The hell do I have a cast on my hand?" She asked me. At first she looked worried, but now, she's just calm about it.

"Oh yeah, that..." I scratched the back of my head. "When you fell...Umm...When you fell, you accidentally landed on your hand and due to all the weight pilling on one base, your wrist, may or may not have been broken." I tried to put it was easy and soft as possible.

"So basically I can't use my right hand for shit?" She questioned.

"You can't use your right wrist for shit for six or seven weeks. Don't worry,  it's not like you broke it badly. That's why it takes a few weeks." She nodded in agreement.

"And he isn't wrong." The doctor barged in out of now where. "Oh Mother Mary giving birth to baby Jesus all over again! (Y/N), you're awake!"

"I've noticed."

"Anyways, I'm doctor Yeager, or call me by my first name, Eren," (Hehe). Doctor Yeager said. "And (Y/N), honey, how do you feel?"

"I feel like I haven't eaten in days." (Y/N) replied, making me laugh at her smart remark.