After a few days of recovery, Mark checks out of the hospital, immediately returning to his recording studio at home. Upon arrival, he turns on the camera and his computer to start live stream.
"Hello, everybody, m-my name . . . is Markiplier. I ha-" Mark chokes on his words, immediately looking down to fidget with his fingers. "I have bad news."
"Last night, I was admitted into the hospital for an emergency and, well um" he interrupts himself by clearing his throat. He was sweating heavily, now, trying to think of a way to say it. Mark sits still for a few moments.
"Well, um . . . " he pauses and takes a deep breath.
"I have cancer." Mark states blandly as tears flood from his eyes.
"The doctors" His voice rattles as he explains what happened "they found spreading tumors inside of my stomach, where the first tumor from a few years ago originated"
"They're also saying . . . that the chance for me to . . . survive this is very, uh . . . slim" he wipes the tears away as he looks down. He's clearly scared, but is never afraid to show it.
"So, I have a plan." he looks back to the lens, this time with a light smile.
"You remember when I did my You're Welcome Tour back in 2017" Mark clears his throat once more. He isn't usually nervous like this. In fact, he loves recording videos. That is his job, after all.
"I . . . have decided to do a Meet & Greet tour, and I'm bringing all of my friends." Mark suddenly ducks down and leaves the view of the camera. He opens a drawer in the computer desk to riffle through it, eventually pulling out a notebook and pen.
"I need you guys to help me with planning this." he says, getting back into view.
"All of you."
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The Last Life
FanfictionApril 21, 2017 This is a story I'm writing for my English class. We are supposed to write a story about the American dream and I thought this was a good idea. It's also a tribute to my mom, who was diagnosed with stage 4 pancreatic cancer back in De...
