Picking Up the Pieces (Markiplier x reader)

Chapter 15

While it was still very early in the morning, I heard a knock from the door.

"Knock knock~" Dr. Zoë entered the room, her voice more quite than usual.

"Hey doc. It's 9 in the morning." I said. (Or maybe it's 9 in the afternoon-) "Shouldn't you be sleeping?"

"(Y/N), I'm a doctor. I don't sleep." We chuckled. "I'm suprised that you're awake at 9 myself."

"I can't sleep. The nightmares that I'm having are terrifying." I said. It was all because of what happened. Those memories keep coming back to me when I try to get a little bit of sleep.

"Please don't turn insomniac on me." The doctor crossed her finger and I laughed.

"Whatever." I started. "But these ones have no trouble sleeping." I pointed to Mark and Tasha.

"Not suprised. They stayed up late just to watch over you when I came in to check your IV. She's a real friend and he's a real keeper."

"That's what everyone says." Dr. Zoë raised an eyebrow at me.

"What do you mean?" She asked, taking a seat on my bed.

"Well, you know when I went missing, Mark was at home, lazing around while everyone else was looking for him. And a few minutes before that, Mark and I were arguing how he was playing his games too loud while I was trying to sleep. So I wouldn't say he's a keeper." Dr. Zoë then placed her hand over mine and slightly rubbed it. I flinched a little, but then remembered it was the nice doctor.

"Look, I know that happened, and well, it's not a sunshine that anyone would like to wake up to, but I promise you, while you were going, he was looking his ass off for you. He devoted a lot of time looking for you and didn't give up until now and well, I think you need to forget about all of that. He has done a lot for you and all he wants to know is that you are safe." I sighed.

"You think so?" I asked.

"I know so." She smiled. "Anyways, enough with that sappy stuff, how you feel."

"Better now that those pain killers have kicked in." I repiled. Then, Dr. Zoë placed her hand on her chin, making me furrow my eyebrows.

"Whatever you're plotting, you're not getting your way." I instantly spit out, making her laugh.

"I'm not plotting anything evil but you wanna go on a adventure with me?"

"To..."

"To anywhere your heart desires. I have 50 dollars I could spent and my break is in 15 minutes. You want to venture around my home town?" The doctor smirked.

"I thought your home town was Ireland."

"This whole world is my home town baby." She repiled with an accent you'd hear from the 1930's. I chuckled and shrugged. Why not? It's still 9, Mark and Tasha have yet to wake up and well, I don't want to stay in this bed for the next two days.

"Take me away Doc."

"As you wish, m'lady!" She cheered and snatched me from the bed, placing me in the washroom with some clothes.

"I don't need this IV, do I?" I asked from the washroom, stripping from the dress I was in.

"You'll live without it." Instantly, I ripped the needle out of my arm and held it down with a pice of toilet paper. Dr. Zoë, with her magnificent inferring, slipped a bandage under the door.

"I swear, do you have some next level mind reading?" She chuckled again.

"No, I'm a pretty bland human if I do say so myself." I rolled my eyes. A few minutes later, I was changed in the sweatpants and sweater that Andre bought me and we bounced from the hospital and went to the doctor's car.