Markiplier x Male reader

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(ITS BEEEEN SO LONG, SINCE LAST I'VE SEEN MY SON, LOST TO THIS MONSTER THE MAN BEHIND THE SLAUGHTER.... OKAY SORRY FOR THE SONG LYRICS BUT IT HAS BEEN WAY TO LONG, I HIT WRITERS BLOCK, THEN I GOT MY PHONE TAKEN AWAY, SO YEAH. HOPEFULLY THIS BOOK WILL SWING BACK IN. WITH OUT FURTHER COMPLICATIONS.)

~((Y/N) POV)~

Mark and jack walked in, and I emidietly teared up at the sight of their faces. I hadn't seen them in so long, and my night terrors were so bad. Mark quickly came to my side, and jack walked over to the other. Mark began to cry into his arms.

"We were so w-worried" jack said, eyes welling up.

I took my unbroken hand and stroked marks hair as he sobbed, and I could feel the bed getting damp from a mix of his tears and slobber. I took his hand in mine, and rubbed it softly with my thumb. I hadn't spoken a word yet, and I wanted to save it. I knew if I tried to speak it might hurt a lot. Mark lifted his head to meet my gaze. His eyes were red and puffy, but also blood shot. His face looked more sullen. More thin. He looked like he hadn't eaten or slept for days. I rolled over to face him better, wincing in the process because of my injures.

"Baby," I croaked, my throat was raw from all that happened,
"You look terrible, are you okay? Are you sick? Do you need anything? They got food here, you look pale," I started to fret, going on a fast paced rant, all while I was speaking in a broken and gruff voice.

Marks eyes teared up again and he hugged me, very gently due to my condition.

"Don't worry about me love, ill worry about you. Worrying about me is my job." he replied with an obviously faked smile.

"Go. Eat." I said in a still scratchy but stern voice. Mark didn't respond. I pulled away from the hug, pulling in a sharp breath with the pain. I faced him with the sternest motherly look a man in his early twenties could provide. Then I looked over to jack.

"You too. Both of you go eat then we can talk. I'm not stupid and I know what a person who hasn't eaten in days looks like. Shoo."

They both walked out quietly and now I had some time to myself. I heaved a heavy sigh that hurt my bruised ribs. I had been bandaged and casted just about everywhere, and every move hurt so fucking bad. It took every inch of strength not to break down on mark and jack. I was determined to not seem hurt. To be invincible. For marks sake and mine. Since they left I decided now I could let it out pretty freely. My eyes welled up again and I felt multiple hot and giant tears roll down my face. I let out a few quiet sobs, then heard voices approach the door.

I quickly wiped the tears and pulled myself together. The two boys entered the room again with plates of foot and a tray to eat on. They set up the table-like tray and set down all the food. They divided up all the food and they ended up handing me a paper bowl full of mashed potatoes.

We all ate, me very little compared to the others. They cleared away the plates and the trash and sat down again, both facing me as if I had a thought to finish. Studying me and my every movement,

"What?" I asked, my voice still raw.

Both look as if they had been trying to think of something to say, then jack spoke up.

"Do you know how long you've..... Been away?" he asked, hesitating at talking about my abduction.

"No, t-the doctors hadn't told m-me anything..." I said, stumbling over my words slightly.

"Four days." mark butted in, now staring at the floor. Jack nodded quietly, and my eyes went wide.

Four days?

I went to go rub my face with my non-broken right arm, but grunted in pain when I realized that arm still had a huge cut on it that was just stitched up. I let the arm lay back on the bed to rest it. Jack and mark were both now looking at the floor, and I felt so bad for them. They didn't deserve this. They didn't deserve the mental pain loosing a loved one caused, I already had experienced that pain with my aunt.

"Did they tell you when I could get out of the hospital?" I asked in a shaky voice, trying to stay calm,

"Eight weeks, in other words t-two months." mark said, voice breaking.

"Oh" I said, In absolute shock.

Two months? What about my job? And my normal bills plus my medical bills? Jack will have to leave by then. And mark... My poor baby.... He will have to deal with all of this....

"I'm so sorry..." I muttered quietly.

Jack tapped mark on the shoulder and whispered into his ear. Mark nodded and jack got up and walked out.

Mark stood up and walked over to my bed.

"Baby I missed you so much, you have no idea, I was so worried, an-and I didn't know when you'd come back, or if you'd even come back at all." mark started to get teary eyed again, so I motioned him closer.

He leaned down closer to my face, and I kissed him right on the lips. It was soft and long, and he held onto me for dear life. I pulled away and scooted over on the hospital bed. I crawled under the covers, and we curled up together, holding each other tightly. I felt so safe in his arms.

I was home at last. I was not alone anymore.

(I did it! I did it! I got over the writers block, also I am so sorry to all the people who have been waiting for an update, I know, I suck. Anywho yeah! There you go! Still super sad but not gore filled and bloody. Have a good day/night, bye!)