into the deep [m.f]

[6]

(Y/n) P.O.V.
"So? It's nothing serious, I'll live!" I giggle, walking toward the shelves. I open a cabinet and take out a piece of cloth and cough into it. Shutting the cabinet, I walk over to the brown haired man and throw my arm around him shoulder.
"Look around Mark, what do you see?" I ask, propping my left foot up on my heel.
"I see our sad excuse of a storage room." He laughs.
"That's my point! You aren't looking at it hard enough! I see a small place with potential. I see potential for a huge base. Mark, think outside the box here. We could do so much more!" I climb down the ladder, still speaking while I do so. My headache, not annoying anymore but just painful, stops me from doing anything else. I stop dead in my tracks, sitting down on the bed.
"So what did you do while I was out?" I turned to face Mark.
"I got some supplies, went exploring, almost got eaten, the usual." He shrugs. I laugh, coughing in between breaths.
"Ok, we're good." I giggle.
"Positive? Or do we need to take you to a hospital?" He walks over to me and picks me up.
"DOCTOR DOCTOR, MY FRIEND HERE IS DYING, SHE HAS A TERRIBLE COUGH, PLEASE HELP HER!" He says, placing his arms out with me in them. I start coughing and laughing, mixing to form a raspy wheezing sound.
"Mark, if I die, bury me with the money!" I cough dramatically, placing a hand over my forehead in the 'woe is me' position.
"Ok, I'll miss you (Y/n)! And your money!" He wipes a tear from the corner of his eye as I 'collapse' and 'die'. I lay there for a bit, then get up.
"And scene." I smile, taking a bow. Mark claps over dramatically, making me laugh and cough harder.
"Do you ever wonder how we got here?" He asks.
"Of course I do you dip, we only got here a few days ago!" I laugh, lightly smacking the back of his head.
"Understandable, I don't think, my bad." He said laughing.
"Come on Mark, I know you have a small brain, but it's still better than no brain." I shrug, nudging his shoulder with mine. He fakes a frown and wipe away another fake tear.
"I know, it's really hard to not have an ideal sized brain. I can't think as much and I can't do as many things as the normal person can." He pouts. I pat his back, frowning with him.
"It's ok Mark, I believe you can get through this awful struggle you're going through! I'll sponsor you!" I say, imitating an inspirational speaker. We both start laughing again, triggering another fit of coughing. I pull out the rag from my back pocket and cough into it, then fold it up and tuck it into my pocket. I walk over to the bed, laying down on my back with my hands and legs spread out like a starfish.
"Are you trying to be Patrick the Star? Because your stance is perfect." Mark says, positioning his hands into a square shape and looking at me through the square space. I make a strange face and look at the square.
"Mmm, yeah, pose just like that, you're looking great!" Mark says, clicking a pretend camera in his hands. I start to flail my limbs around in a "seductive" manner, causing the "photo capturing" to speed up.
"MARKKKKKK! I'M TIREDDDDDD!" I screech, flailing my limbs around some more.
"Go to sleep then woman!" He replies, throwing a blanket over me. I curl up underneath the blanket while Mark gets into the other side of the bed. I listen to the hum of the machinary as I drift off the sleep.