Lost Girl (Markiplier x Reader) COMPLETED

Chapter 19 : Recovery

I hear sniffling, and feel a tight hand holding onto my own. An intense pain is drilling into my rib and I can't help but whine, as my head pounds.

"(Y-Y/N)....?" a voice that sounds like Mark's.

I shake my head as I try to open my eyes, but with the bright lights shining on my face, it makes it extremely hard. My eyelashes fluttering, I felt the room spun and Mark's face was very blurry.

"You're awake," Mark says out loud.

Where the hell am I?

"N-no..." I say." No...leave."

I began to get up and Mark shoved me back down and groaned in frustration, and grew more aware of my surroundings.

I was in a hospital and was hooked up to many machines, with bandages on my rib. Mark's face was stained red with old tears and look absolutely exhausted and concerned. I look down and didn't realize that he was still holding onto my hand as if he were to let go, he would lose me.

"Why we here?" I asked.

"(Y/N)....you were stabbed, you don't remember?" Mark told me.

That is when the memories came back to me," Sean....."

"Sean? Who is-" Mark began before I cut him off.

"Something wrong....bad thing happened," I said." Need to help Sean, in trouble."

"What are you going on about?!" Mark said, confused.

"Friend from asylum, not dead...but different," I explained." Bad people hurt, did something to him to change him. More stronger, weird, and...evil. Someone, no SOMETHING controlling him to hurt me. Call it Anti..."

"Wait a minute, you're saying this 'Sean' did this to you?" Mark said, shocked." And he was your friend?!"

"He is!" I snapped." Not in control, need to help him."

With that, I unplugged the machines sounding off the machines. I held onto my wound and got off the bed, hissing at the pain. Mark stood up to stop me, but I glared at him and he backed up.

A nurse came in," Get back in bed, you're in no condition to walk, nevertheless leave!"

"I LEAVE," I yelled at her, continuing my actions.

"Shit, I'm getting the doctors," she said, than turned to Mark." You sir, try to calm her down and get her back in bed."

"I don't see what I can exactly do here, but I'll try," he shrugged, already knowing my stubbornness.

She left to call security and went to get more help with the doctors, and I knew from there the people from the asylum would track me and Mark again. If we don't leave, they'll be back on our tails and that's the last thing we needed right now.

"Shit, you ripped your stitches. You're wound is bleeding again, (Y/N)," Mark scolded me." We can't just leave, you need these people to help you."

"M'fine," I retorted." Let's leave."

Mark's patience of me grew shorter," Why?!"

"Find us....that's why," I told him, and his eyes realized our situation again." Now please, help me."

Mark sighed, and lifted me up in a bridal style, and I held tight onto him with my arms around his neck. We began to leave but the nurses returned and spotted our attempt to leave the premises.

"Stop!" security screamed.

Rolling my eyes back, I broke the window and covered the door to block them from entering the room. Mark immediately tightened his grip on me and carried me to escape. He heaved us outside the window into the cold pouring rain, and ran to the parking lot.

My cut was bleeding even more and soaked the hospital gown and Mark's shirt. I was lucky that my powers came with higher tolerance of damage to my body, so recovering was a bit easier and would heal faster, but the wound's pain didn't lessen.

Reaching the car, Mark placed me in the back seat, and rushed to drive away from the hospital.

We don't have much time left, do we?

***

Time passed and we got back to the hotel, and Mark placed me on the bed. I had lost a lot of blood and needed to re-sew the wound in order to do my healing process.

"Mark...w-water....need water," I said, pointing towards the tub."Has to be cold, really COLD."

Mark immediately ran to the bathroom, and turned the faucet on to cold water and clogged the drain so it could fill up. He then rushed out to the fridge and grabbed all the ice trays in there, and began dumping them into the water.

He wrapped my arm around his neck and help me to the bathroom, and sat me on the toilet seat. I held onto my wound to hold pressure onto it, and with my other hand dip it into the water to feel the temperature.

"Not cold enough," I told him."Colder."

He tested and jolted back," But its fucking freezing, you still need it colder?"

"To numb it, g-gotta fill it with black substance....it's too hot," I told him.

"Okay, I got it, salt drops the temperature lower," he proclaimed, and ran out." I'll be right back, just hold on!"

I whispered," Hurry..."

About a few minutes later, Mark comes in with a bag of salt and pours it into the tub.

"I had to steal this from the breakfast area downstairs," he admitted." How is it now?"

I touched it once more, and nodded. It's was perfect, enough for me to not get even hurt me from my black substance.

"H-help me in," I cried.

He picked me up once again, and put me into the tub, the water turning red from my blood. Mark passed me two towels to cover myself, as I undressed from the dirty gown. I laid them over my female parts, and got ready.

I rolled my eyes back, and created a very narrow needle and began to see the arteries that we're ripped and repaired them. I worked fast before the water started to affect my body, and I get hypothermia from being in too long.

"Done! H-Help out," I cried out." N-need to warm up."

Mark grabbed a towel and drew me out, holding me close to his body. I melted into his warmth, shivering from both the pain and the freezing water.

"You're gonna be okay?" he said, ignoring me being nude under the towel.

"Y-yeah....just hold me," I told him.