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Monday 13th November ~ 11:03pm

Mark's POV:

I was alone in a cell.

My head had been a mess before, but now any semblance of sense had gone out the window. Antisepticeye had slapped me in the face. Darkiplier had jumped me in an alley and brought me who knows where.

The whole ordeal just kept on getting worse.

"Here he is!"

Anti's sang as he entered, a grin plastered on his face as he heaved familiar face up to the cell door. Someone who I recognised immediately.

"Here's your boyfriend-"

Anti tossed the Irishman, quick to shut the cell door with a giggle. I was frozen in shock, casting my gaze over my best friend. Meanwhile the Irishman grunted, attempting to get to his hands and knees with his entire body trembling.

"I'll give you guys some 'quality time'." Anti taunted, quick to dance out of the room.

My mind snapped to reality, allowing me to rush to his side. I fell to my knees.

"Jack?"

Jack nearly slipped back to the floor, movements shaky and breaths ragged.

His eyes were only just open.

"M...Mark...?"

Jack was alive.

"Hang in there Sean." I pleaded.

With an arm under him I brought Jack up, careful in my movements as I propped him against the wall. I took a seat beside him, and as Jack's head rested on my shoulder realisation broke through the concern.

He was alive.

My best friend was with me again.

Jack groaned.

Piercing blue eyes were dulled, the man's words slurred as though drunk. Jack's awareness at that moment was limited.

I tried to make eye contact.

"Mark..."

Jack attempted to raise his head, yet couldn't.

"Are you okay?" I asked, looping an arm around his shoulders.

His head lolled back. "I... f-feel sick..."

Jack took a few moments to breathe, and I allowed him the time to come around. I was thankful he was even able to draw breath, yet this did not stop my concern for his wellbeing. The thought of Jack passing out frightened me.

After a moment I felt his shoulders relax.

"Mark... you're here....?"

I nodded, seeing that Jack's eyes were now more open. "Yeah, I - I got myself caught up in this shit too."

Images of being punched by Darkiplier entered my mind. I didn't want to imagine Jack in a similar situation, yet he had to have been taken one way or another. "W-We need t'... get outta here..."

Jack threw his weight forward, and it was a miracle I was fast enough to pull him back. "You're in not fit state to be going anywhere." I pointed out.

Jack sighed, a knowing sigh. He didn't want me to be right.

My gaze drifted to the wall opposite. "You scared the heck out of me." I confessed.

Jack shook his head, chuckling while wincing. "It doesn't take much t' do that..."

I cracked a smile, glad his ability to laugh hadn't been lost. The Irishman slowly lifted his head.

"I think..." Jack mumbled, unsure of himself. I watched him falter. "Anti, I think he... he stabbed me with a syringe..."

A shudder came from the Irishman. I couldn't blame him for being perturbed by something like that.

"Geezums..." I breathed.

Jack chuckled distantly, his eyelids drooped.

"You're not looking to hot." I informed the man, who responded with another laugh.

"Rude... I can't look good while I'm sleepy."

I smiled, yet the concern was still present. The last thing I wanted was for Jack to take a sudden turn for the worse. I had literally only just gotten him back.

"Maybe you should rest, we can think about escaping when you're up for it." I assured him.

He hesitated, weighing out his options.

"Okay..."

Any other time Jack would've protested, yet instead he lowered himself down onto the concrete. His grimace made me worry further.

"Don't go... escapin' without me..."

I smiled, leaning back against the wall as Jack curled up. He must've felt as exhausted as I did.

"I would never."

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