Septiplier is love septiplier is life

Worry

(sads)
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Marks POV
I tapped my feet nervously on the ground as I waited for the doctor to come back with the test results. Im trying to keep myself together, but it's difficult. I've already been here longer than expected, Jack might be starting to worry. Over the last couple of weeks I've been more lethargic, had bits of hair falling out, super painful muscle aches, and severe nausea. I came in for a check up, but the doctor now suspects that I have the same cancer that killed my dad... 'What do I do?' I thought. 'What am I gonna tell Jack? I don't want him to worry about me.' The doctor walked in, interrupting my frantic thoughts. The sorrowful look on his face send a wave of fear over me. "So?" I asked nervously. The doctor slowly shook his head. "Im sorry." He said, sympathetically. "The tests came back positive." My hands started shaking and my eyes filled with tears, blurring my vision. "How long do I have?" I asked, my voice breaking. "About two to three weeks." He said softly. "Is there anyway we can treat it?" I whispered. "Im sorry sir. There's not enough time. The cancer has already spread through most of your body. Soon you'll find it impossible to move most of your limbs." He muttered. Tears began to stream down my face, uncontrollably. "Im sorry." He tried. I nodded slowly. "Thank you doctor." I said before walking out of the doctors office, a sobbing mess. "What am I going to tell Jack?"

~time skip to when He gets home~

I managed to compose myself for the most part before I walked through my front door. As soon as I shut the door behind me, Jack sprung up from the couch and ran over to me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to his body. "Mark!" He exclaimed. "I missed you! You were gone for a long time." He pouted. I chuckled and ruffled his hair, trying my best to seem happy. "Sorry." I said. He pulled away and examined me closely. He looked deep into my eyes. "Have you been crying?" He asked. "Your eyes are red and puffy." I shook my head. "Allergies." I tried to reassure him. I walked over to the living room and sat on the couch, Jack following behind me. He held my hand, intertwining our fingers. "Mark." He said softly. "What did the doctor say? Why were you crying?" Worry seeped its way into his voice. "I-I'm fine. And I wasn't crying." I said, trying to hide the shakiness in my voice. "You sure?" He asked, his voice smooth and gentle. "Im sure." I smiled. My heart broke when he smiled back and kissed me gently. He bought it. Something in me wanted to tell him the truth, but I still didn't want him to worry. "I love you, Mark." He whispered. "I love you too, Jack." I said, trying to hold back tears.

~time skip to two weeks later~

I woke up feeling light headed. I knew that today is possibly the day, but I shook that feeling off and went downstairs to make breakfast for the love of my life. While I was making pancakes for Jack, my muscles started to tense up and I felt extremely dizzy. Jack walked into the kitchen, yawning and blinking the sleep out of his eyes . "Morning, Mark." He said groggily. I turned and smiled. Right as I was about to reply, a sharp pain ebbed its way into my stomach. I lurched forward, clutching my gut in agony. It felt like I was being stabbed repeatedly with a knife. I started finding it hard to breathe. My muscles started locking up. I started gasping for air, fighting for it the best I could. "Mark! Are you okay?!" Jack exclaimed as he rushed to my side. I tried to reply but I couldn't. Suddenly I was falling to the ground and darkness was clouding my vision, consuming it quickly. "MARK!" Was the last thing I heard before I blacked out completely.

~time skip to two days later~

I woke up in a hospital bed, hooked up to various machines. I groaned in pain as I slowly sat myself up. "Mark!" Jack said from beside me. "Oh my god. You're alive. Thank god." He choked, tears falling from his eyes. "Hey there." I chuckled. "Why didn't you tell me about your cancer?" He whispered sadly. "I didn't want you to worry." I choked out, wincing in pain at the aches in every part of my body. "You didn't want me to worry?!" He said loudly, anger clear in his tone. "I'm your boyfriend! Its my job to worry about you! How could you hide something this important from me?!" He shouted, his voice breaking and shaking as tears glided down his already tearstained  cheeks. "Im sorry, Jack. Im so so sorry. I should've told you." I whispered, beginning to cry myself. "Im such an idiot. If I had told you, we could've made the best out of the two weeks i had left. But because I was selfish and hid it, we don't have much time left." I sobbed. "Don't say that, Mark! Don't say that. I need you. I need you. Please don't leave me, Mark." He cried as he gently grabbed my hand. He leaned his head against my chest. "Please don't leave me." He whispered. I heard the beeping on my heart monitor start to slow down. "Im sorry." I whispered. "I love you, Jack." He sat up and tightly squeezed my hand in his. "No! Please no!"He cried, his tears dripping off his face and onto the floor below. "I love you." I whispered again, as my eyelids became too heavy. "I love you too. So much. I always will." He sobbed. A faint smile spread across my face  before my eyes fluttered shut and my heart stopped.