Wait Stop!

3

I woke up on a hospital bed. My head was spinning and I felt queasy.

"Sean, you're finally awake!" An unfamiliar voice said cheerfully. His voice rang through my head and stabbed at me like daggers. I rubbed my head with a groan.

"Why am I here?" I asked, slightly worried at what Mark might do. "You lost a significant amount of blood, you were found on the floor in your house," the doctor paused, allowing me to soak in what I was just told.

Oh.. the blood.. came from the.. cuts.

"How did I get here?" I asked, rubbing my arm awkwardly. "Mark Fishbach brought you here, if he didn't try to stop the blood himself then bring you here you probably would've died, you're lucky he cared enough to even try to help without proper medical care," the doctor said with a small smile.

I nodded, rubbing my temples to try and calm down the throbbing headache I had. Mark brought me here..?

"C-can I see him?" I asked. "If he is family or a friend," the doctor responded, messing around with some papers on a clipboard. "He's my husband," I said, the doctor only nodded.

"I'll go get him, he's been in the waiting room ever since he brought you here," the doctor walked out of the room. He closed the door behind him and I silently waited for Mark to come into the room.

Everything around me was so neat and organized. Clipboards, papers, medicine, tools, clothes, gloves, syringes, and everything was so nice. Even though everything and everyone were nice, I still hated being alone in hospitals. Have you even seen your movies?

The door opened, making a squeaking noise before someone stepped in the room. Mark stood there.

He ran over to me and hugged me tightly. "Oh god Sean I thought you were dead, I was so worried," Mark stammered, peppering kisses all over my face.

"Why would you try to kill yourself?!" He asked me, tears were falling from his eyes. "I didn't try to kill myself, I was just cutting... myself.. a lot more than I thought I would and there was a lot of blood I guess..?" I shrugged. His eyes were wide and his mouth was agape. "It's satisfying ok?"

"Sean please don't hurt yourself, I don't wanna lose you," he said, sniffling. "What so you could just hurt me again? So you can continue to cheat on me? To just forget about this ring?" I asked slightly angry while holding up my hand which had the wedding ring on it.

"S-Sean.. y-you know I g-get angry sometimes.. and I-" he stuttered. "Sometimes?! Do you have any idea how much pain I have to deal with because of you? I put up with everything because I love you Mark! I love you and I'm not gonna run off and leave you! But you made a promise.. we made a promise, Mark we're together, you proposed to me, we got married," I paused, letting tears slip from my eyes.

"Hell I was even thinking about kids before all this started!" I wiped away some tears and shivered. He looked down in shame. "Sean I.. I'm sorry.. I hate it when I get mad.. it just happens so easily.. I just let it slip and then.. I'm just.. someone I'm not.." he said as he stared at the wedding ring on his finger.

"I still love you, and I'm not giving up on you even if this continues.. I want to help," I said, smiling at him. He didn't bring his face up to look at me.

"I don't wanna keep hurting you Sean, but I know it'll keep happening.." he said, avoiding any sort of eye contact. "I don't care if it does Mark, I'm still gonna love you," I said, cupping his face and kissing him gently.

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Unfortunately, the abuse kept going. It never stopped. But he changed slightly. He would calm down and help me patch up the cuts and bruises.