*(Y/N)'s P.O.V*
*Three days later*
Peacefully, I hummed a few lyrics from a song from the musical 'Hamilton' that popped into my head while writing down a small writing peice onto my notepad and the TV on in the background. Mark was in the cafeteria, getting himself some thing to drink and Tasha chilling with her tea, watching what was on the TV.
"Ahhhh, Laurens is so hot..." I mumbled as I had the picture of John Laurens in my head, mentally drooling over him.
"Who?" Tasha looked at me, confused.
"John Laurens? Phillip Hamilton? Anthony Ramos?" I said. She looked even more dumbfounded. "Look him up when we get home." She only shrugged and watched the show, making me go back to my train of thought. 'Laurens....so hot....' I thought. I then snapped out of it, seeing that I have to continue my peice.
"Shit..." I mumbled, ripping the paper, crumpling it up and placing it behind my pillow so that neither Mark or Tasha would see it.
"What are you even writing?" Tasha asked.
"A little something something."
"Which is about....?"
"Something I know and you should find out." I repiled with a small smirk. Tasha only furrowed her eyebrows, but then her face turned into a conniving grin.
"Is it something like vowles?" She asked. Instantly, my face became red and hot.
"What the hell?! No!" I repiled negatively instantly.
"Whatever." She repiled nonchalantly. Sooner or later, Mark came back from wherever he went.
"Hello children." He said, closing the door behind him with a cup in his hand. We went back to the spot he was in and sat while taking a sip of his drink. A strong smell came from the cup, but I couldn't place it...
"Was there any breakfast there?"
"There was, but I promise you it tastes like cardboard." He repiled. And that smell came back again.
"What you drinking?" I said.
"Coffee." He repiled and mysteriously took a sip of his drink after that.
"Smells like whiskey. Did someone spike your drink?"
"Yes, and that someone is me." He said. I looked at him in shock.
"Why the he-"
"Look, while I was walking back, the nurse at the front table took out a flask and poured some into her drink so I went over and asked for some. Note, whiskey and coffee is awesome." He sipped.
"Bless up." I said, opening my hand for the cup. He passed it and I took a sip. I mean hell, I wouldn't be able to do this when I die, so why not do it now?
"You shouldn't be drinking that, (Y/N)." Tasha warned.
"I'll be fine, Tasha. Don't worry about me." I repiled. The black girl only rolled her eyes and sipped on her tea. As I was about to give the cup back to Mark, the doctor entered the room. Talk about being extremely clutch.
"Euricka! The sleeping Beauty has awaken!" The female in a white coat with the ends pink entered the door with a bright smile. "Now, how are we doing (Y/N)?" She came over and flashed a flashlight in my eyes.
"I'm alright, Dr. Zoë. You're looking as lively as ever." I repiled.
"Of course I am. Today has been complete hell, but I'm still smiling!" She repiled while writing down something onto her clipboard.
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Picking Up the Pieces (Markiplier x reader)
Fanfiction(Sequel to 'You Break Me') Life is once again spiraling down for (Y/N), just we she thought she got her stuff together. Being kidnapped, starved, bruised and overall mistreated, (Y/N) thought this was the end, but it's just the beginning. "I don't w...
