In A World Like This

The Truth

**Mark's Pov**

I slowly paced back and forth in front of the door.

'How am I going to tell her?'

'What am I going to tell her?'

'Should I even tell her?'

'Of course I have to tell her.'

'But what if she leaves because of it? I can't lose her. Not now. Not yet.'

The thoughts swirling in my head made me dizzy and I had to sit down, running a shaky hand through my hair. I have to tell her. My surgery is tomorrow and I don't want to die on the table, God willing I don't, without letting her know. She deserves to know. She deserves at least this. Ugh... My fear inside me is making it hard to concentrate. I throw myself back on the bed in a huff. Christie came out of the shower then.

"Honey, are you okay?" She asked, looking at me with big doe eyes as she towel dried her hair.

"No, I'm hungry but I'm so nervous about tomorrow I feel like I'm about to vomit honestly. My chest hurts and-- and I'm scared." I said, tears pooling in my eyes.

"Hey. Look at me. Breathe sweetie. Just breathe. Tomorrow's going to be just fine. Me, Nathan, and Mazie are going to be right there when you wake up. I promise. No matter what, I'm never going to leave. Plus, I already know you were in a gang. I overheard you talking to Nathan about it. Now come on. Try to get some rest. We've got a big day tomorrow." She said laying me right in the bed with my head on the pillow and the warm blanket snug around me. My eyelids suddenly felt like they were holding 10 ton weights on them as they closed heavily, sealing themselves shut.

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**Christie's POV**

I sat in the hard plastic chair, bouncing my knee up and down to let out some of the nerves but it wasn't helping. Nathan's constant pacing back and forth didn't help any. I finally had enough.

"Nathaniel! If you don't sit down in that chair and stay seated, I will superglue your butt to it."

He huffed and sat down, crossing his arms over his chest. Was he seriously pouting?

Not even five seconds later, the surgeon came in and Nathan was right back up again.

"How is he? Is he ok? Is he alive?" Nathan bombarded the doctor with questions.

"Nathan, superglue."

He sat down quickly and zipped his lips still looking on in worry.

"The surgery went well. We got it all out and he's in the recovery room. We woke him up a little to run some tests but all he could say was Chris. I'm assuming one of you are Chris." He said.

"I'm christie." I said and Nathan calmly stood up as the doctor lead us to the recovery room.

I walked in the heavy wooden door and saw Mark all hooked up to the heart machine and an IV, sleeping peacefully in the small bed. I sat to his side and stroked his cheek. He leaned into my touch and his eyes barely fluttered.

"C-C-Chrisss..." He slurred out in his drugged state.

"Hey baby. I'm here. Just like I promised." I kissed his knuckles and he gave me a crooked, lazy, sleepy smile before it fell into a peaceful slumber again. I stayed there running my fingers through his hair and over his eyebrows, down his nose, across his cheekbones, and over his lips. He seemed to slip into a deeper more peaceful sleep and stopped snoring and twitching so much. He was just still and calm. And he was safe, and that's all I could ever asked for.

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