Picking Up the Pieces (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 13

I woke up to a light rubbing on the outside of my hand. I shifted my hand to the side to stop it. Opening my eyes, my eyes darted to my right to see if anyone was here. It was only Mark.

"You stayed...." I said tiredly. He only gave me a small smile a chuckle.

"Of course I did, dumbass. But the others didn't because it was past visiting hours." I chuckled along side with him.

"Hey..."

"Yeah?"

"How come some stranger had to come look for me instead of you?" I asked. Mark looked back at me, suprised that something like that would come out of my mouth.

"(Y/N), go back to sleep. I think the medicine is kicking in." He said.

"No, I'm perfectly fine. Answer my question, please." I asked again. He only sighed.

"Look, that isn't important right now. Your recovery is."

"Actually, that is pretty damn improtantly." I started to sit up straight, wide awake, ready to hear with he had to say. "Now why didn't you come and save me? Why did a stranger had to come and save me?"

"(Y/N), please don't start. I'll tell you when we get home." Then, it came to me. It could have only been one reason why it took him so long to find me.

"So, when I was getting rape, beaten, shit thrown at me, insulted, and neglected, you were lazing around at home, drinking all the booze in the fridge?" I crossed my arms over my chest.

"What? No. I didn-"

"You're bluffing." I looked at him, wide eyed. "You did do all that. Oh my gosh.." I placed my hand over my mouth. I couldn't belive it. I couldn't belive that the man I decided to devote my whole life to didn't even give two shits about me when I went missing.

"(Y/N), that's not what-"

"Please save your excuses for someone you care about." I turned my body so that my back was facing him. I felt hot tears build up and fall as he sighed once again.

"I care about you, (Y/N)." I truned back around immediately.

"So then if you did, why didn't you come and save me? When I was getting rape by old men I didn't know, where were you? Where were you when I had chair thrown at me so that I wouldn't become pregnant. Where were you when I was starving because those old freaks didn't feed me? Huh?! Where were you, Mark?!" I cried. "Where were you when I needed yo-"

"I was looking for you, damn it!! Me, Tasha, Jack, Signe, Felix, Martiza, Bob, Molly, everyone was searching up and down in L.A for you! We were trying to get to get answers on why you were gone!!" He wiped his now red eyes. I know he hates it when I cry; it makes him cry.

"You were all the way here in San Diego, and you were getting badly hurt. Hell, you were going to die probably and I couldn't have done anything. I was fucking useless half of the time. Please," He laid his head on my bed. "Please, forgive me (Y/N). Please forgive me." He cried more. I placed my hand on his, lifting his up to my lips and placing a small kiss.

"I......" I started, but couldn't finsh because I don't know what to do. I don't know if I should belive him or not because he is a good liar. But this is something extremely huge and it would be awful if he were to lie. It would be inhuman for him to lie about something like this. I just sighed.

"Can you please get me a cup of water? My throat is dry." I said. He wiped some more tears before getting up and going to where ever had water. Few moments later, he came back and handed me a cup and sat down. I smiled a bit and sipped. We sat in silence for a bit.