Memories (Who Killed Markiplier-Detective)

The House

It wasn't long before the others had woken up to find you wide awake. They bombed you with questions about how you felt and the like.
"Hey! Enough! You'll overwhelm her. Just take it easy, partner." Abe finally shouted before moving to adjust your pillows.
"Thank you, Abe. I feel fine, guys. Really. Thanks for looking out for me..." you managed as you struggled to sit up. You searched the faces.
"Well thank heavens you're safe now." Wilford gave a sigh of relief. You gave a slight frown.
"Where...where's Damien?" You asked, your voice quiet. The group looked between each other.
"He...he reverted after you passed out. Abe and Wilford drove him off. We're sorry, (Y/N)." Benjamin explained as he fiddled with his hands. Your shoulders sagged.
"I...I see. Well, then I suppose that's best." You were quieter than normal as your eyes trailed out the window.
"Hey...guys. Could you give us a second?" Abe asked, scratching at the top of his lip. The others glanced at each other but nodded. As soon as the door closed, Abe sat in the seat beside you. He was quiet for a second before he took your hand in his. Not expecting such softness, you looked over at him.
"Abe...? Are you alright?" You asked softly. He looked up at you, eyes shiny.
"I'm so sorry, (Y/N)...everywhere I turn it's like you're the one protecting me when...when I should be the one protecting you." He stuttered out. You frowned and placed your free hand over his.
"Abe, hush now. It's alright." You cooed gently.
"It's not! It's not alright! All I wanted was to keep you around. To keep you safe. Make up for what happened at that fucking manor. But it's like it won't stop. You keep getting hurt. And this..." he trailed off, gesturing to your stomach.
"Is the second time I've been shot. I'm well aware, Abe." You nodded soberly. He scoffed.
"Great. Colonel must've told you..." he growled. You shook your head.
"No. I remembered. When the world went black after he shot me...everything rushed back into my head. I had a hell of a headache. But...I remember. I remember it all. From the moment I met you to the moment I passed out in a ditch." You explained to him, jerking up in excitement. You winced from the sharp pain but held his gaze.
"So you...you remember me?" His voice was fragile. It was as if he expected you to say no.
"Yes...I remember everything about you. Abe Lincoln, the detective, my partner. My friend." You gave him a smile, reaching out to put your hand against his cheek. He stood up so he could be closer to you.
"I was so scared you'd never remember..." his smile was on of disbelief. You couldn't hold in your giggle.
"I remember," your smile slowly faded to anger, "and I remember that bastard Mark. He caused this. Him and his little occult bullshit. That Celine girl."
Abe turned to anger as well.
"I never liked her, honestly. When she took you away upstairs for that ritual...I was sure she'd hurt you." He growled, looking at your hands.
"I remember that, too. I also remember that you and Damien cane bursting in the moment you heard shouting." You gave a faint smile. He chuckled.
"No way I was letting you get hurt because of her. You're too damn gorgeous to die." He nudged you, making you laugh.
"You always were one for flattery. Even if it was in weird ways." You smiled as you recalled all the times he complimented you. He shook his head.
"Listen. I don't know where we go from here, but I assure you. Wherever we go, we go together. I'm not leaving you alone again." He promised you, looking down at you with such intensity it made your chest warm. You gave him a hopeful smile.
"I trust you, Abe. And this time, let's try to now throw blame around. Last time it got both me and you shot." You chuckled.
"Don't worry. I'm gonna start thinking more before I act." He assured you with a nod. Your smile slowly faded to concern.
"Abe...I think I have an idea of how to stop this." You managed through the fear. His eyebrows furrowed.
"What? How?" He asked.
"Burn the house." You stated simply, eyes burning with resolve. Abe watched you for a moment in confusion.
"Burn the house?" He asked.
"Burn it. Or destroy it. Either way that house has to go. It is the source of all of this." You spoke more in a pleading way. He watched you for a second in worry.
"Alright. Alright, fine. If that's what you think needs to be done. It'll be done." He finally agreed. You felt relief wash over you at his agreement.
"Good...thank you, Abe. I know I'm asking a lot from you." You gave a small smile. He nodded, managing a smile, and reached up. He smoothed back your hair, his eyes soft.
"You need rest. Don't worry. They'll kick Colonel and Benjamin out when visiting hours are over. I'll still be here. I flashed my badge. Said it was my job to keep you safe and since the shooter was at large I needed to stay, day and night, to keep you safe." His voice was oddly soft, but you liked it.
"Thank you, Abe...it always does feel like everything is better when you're around." You cooed to him, the feeling of his hand running through your hair making your eyelids heavy. He smiled softly.
"I'll always be here, (Y/N). Always." He whispered as you let yourself fall back asleep.