Bullet |Septiplier|

Chapter 5

|Jack's POV|

I wake up to blinding white around me. Wincing, I slowly come to my other senses and hear the beeping of a heart monitor. I then hear something I didn't expect — someone was sobbing right next to me. I tried to turn my head and see who it was, ready to lie and say that there was no need to worry and that I was fine, but even just a small movement cause my head to explode with pain. I involuntarily groaned and caught the attention of the person. I heard him scramble to his feet and their sobs retreat from the room.

After what seemed like an eternity, I heard the door open again. Shoes squeaked across the floor and a nurse's head popped into my view. Her lips were pressed into a line of concentration as she did some routine check ups to me. "Well, you seem to be stable Mr. McLoughlin but we are gonna need to keep you for a couple extra days to establish some more paper work and to figure out what to do. This seems to be your," she pauses and looks at her clip board, "fifth time in a hospital due to a suicide attempt and we can't just do nothing now." She sighs and walks out.

"Wait," my voice sounds small and weak, even to me, "wh-who took me here?"

She glances at her clip board again. "A Mr. Fishbach," she replied. Great. Just great. Of course my fucking CRUSH of all people would be the one to see me like this....

I heard her walk out and say something in eligible to someone else in the hallway. I heard the door open again and this time it's Mark who walks in. He doesn't say anything, just sits next to me in a hospital chair that was placed there. He grips onto my hand.

I feel my heart beating nervously, my eyes flickering to his hunched form every few seconds. I bit my lip in anticipation, not knowing what he would say to me.

But all he does is sit there.

He's shaking and shuddering every breath he takes. My eyes widen as I feel something on my hand that I didn't expect: tears.

It seemed like hours had slipped by, it was really minutes though, before he spoke. He asked the one thing I wanted to avoid the most. "Why?" Mark's voice was small and he seemed to barely get out the words before a sob wracked his body. We stayed that way for hours, him sobbing with me giving his hand a reassuring squeeze every once and a while. He finally quieted down and lifted his head up, revealing his red eyes and tear stained face.

"Why?" He repeated, "Why would you do this? I-I don't understand Sean..." And with that more tears slipped down his face. I was silent, my mind going to the last place I wanted it to.

My past.