King (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 43

"Hey. (Y/N)." Mark whispered at three in the morning.

"What?" I woke up slightly to hear what he had to say.

"Who put the alphabet in alphabetical order?"

"Goodnight Mark." I turned around and slowly fell back to sleep.

"Ok, but seriously, I have a question."

"What now?"

"When do you plan to have surgery?" He asked.

"What do you mean?" I then woke up fully to what he had to say.

"Your cheek. You do plan on getting it patched up or something?" He asked. Yeah, when my mother used to care about me, she used to tell me every night before I go to bed that she will, somehow, find help for me. That she would take me to a doctor and fine a cure just for me. That's how much I realized that no one would care for me like Mom. No one can give me that much love like my mother. I wish, I just wish I could take back all the mistakes that I've made.

"My mother said that she'll find a cure for me. I hope she's still looking." I sighed. It's been a long time since she told me that. It would be a miracle to hear that she still had the passion to look for a cure.

"Oi," Mark spoke. "Don't lose hope. Even if she stopped looking for help, doesn't mean I wouldn't. You know, on my spare time, I was actually looking for a doctor who knew about this sickness. It's possible that there is a doctor, but they're not in Egypt." He said.

"So, that doesn't give you a reason to lose hope. Don't lose hope, ok?" He placed a kiss on the top of my head. I let out a big sigh.

"Yeah..." I repiled, slowly falling back asleep.

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"Been about three days and I'm comin' back
I'm about four minutes from a heart attack
And I think you make me a maniac
But you don't know
Two years and we in between
But we both been here since we seventeen
Here we go, fist fight in a limousine
But they don't know."
From downstairs, I heard someone sing 'Walls Could Talk' by Halsey.

"And we both hope there's something But we bo-both keep fronting
And it's a closed discussion
And I'm thinking
"Damn, if these walls could talk"." I added as I walked down the stairs. When I can't into the kitchen, Felix was there and he truned around to the sound if my voice.

"Well, they'd be like
(Oh-oh-oh)
"Shit is crazy right?"
(Oh-oh-oh)
I ain't your baby no more." We sang in unison and smiled.

"Been about two weeks since you went away
I'm about halfway through a Cabernet
And I go, I'm wastin' a Saturday
Sittin' at home." I sang, dancing to the music. There was a choreography that went with this song that everyone and their mother knows, so me and Felix danced to it. Putting my hand in his, I twisted and turned. The dirty blonde did the same.

"Told my new roommate not to let you in
But you're so damn good with a bobby pin
Now you gon' play me like a violin
Hittin' these notes." Felix somehow manged to sing, dance and placed tea bags into two cups all at once.

"And we both hope there's something
But we bo-both keep fronting
And it's a closed discussion
And I'm thinking
"Damn, if these walls could talk"."

"Well, they'd be like
(Oh-oh-oh)
"Shit is crazy right?"
(Oh-oh-oh)
I ain't your baby no more
(Oh-oh-oh)
Hey
(Oh-oh-oh)
No more
(Oh-oh-oh)
I ain't your baby no more." We sang together once more before the song ended and posed. We tried to keep on straight faces since we were positioned in a pose which couples should be in, not friends. Felix had me dipped me over with my arms wrapped his neck and our foreheads touching. We suddenly bursted out in laughter as we realized we were extremely close to each other.