MarkPat One-Shots

Dying Wish

Mark gets sick bc of his cancer, is going to die, Mat decides to marry him

Matt's POV

"Matt, I don't think I'll be getting any better. This time was the worst out of any other times I've had to come here." I sighed, "Mark, you're gonna be fine. Stop talking like that. You've done it before, why should this be any different?" We both knew the truth. We knew I was trying to convince him and myself that he wouldn't be gone. We knew he wouldn't be getting out of this hospital a healthy man.

"Mr. Fischbach, how are you feeling today?" The doctor asks coming in. "To be honest, like complete shit." She chuckles. "And this is..." She trailed off, obviously talking about me. "Uh, I'm his friend. My name is Matthew Patrick." She smiles sympathetically. "Well, Matthew, Mark, I wish I had better news for you. I'm sorry to say that, Mark, you have Stage 4 kidney cancer and you have a small chance of surviving for any longer. I am really sorry." We nodded and she left the room to give us time to process the news.

With tears in my eyes I turned to Mark, "So, what do we do? Just let you slowly die in your house?" He looked me in the eyes. "No, if these are my last few months alive I don't want to spend them with anyone moping around. I don't want any of you guys to be sad and I don't want to be suddenly super cautious and superstitious because of all this. I want to have fun and I want to be happy. I want to live before I die." I sigh shakily and let out a small laugh. "If you want to have fun, that's what we'll do. It's all you now." He smiles at me gratefully.

----It's just a time skip. A month long time skip! Thanks for reading.----

Third POV

"Hey Mat, I think I have something else I want to do." Mat looked up from his laptop to look at the sick man in front of him. Mark hadn't been able to leave the hospital for the past week due to his somber demise coming faster as time went on. "Mark, you know you can't leave here. You're too sick." He smiled at how much the theorist cared for him, "No, this won't really require me leaving the hospital. I was thinking we should get married."

Mat looked at him with wide eyes. "Woah what? W-We can't do that. We aren't dating, I don't even feel that way for you, plus, we would need to get someone to wed us, we'd have to invite so many people, and the hospital probably wouldn't allow it. Besides, isn't that illegal?" Mark thought for a second. "We don't really need to be dating, I don't really feel that way for you either, we could just have one or two people here and you can get a license for that online. And, I already put in my will that should I ever die at a young age, that my significant other should get full control of where all my money and stuff go. It's only illegal if we are trying to use it as a scam for taxes. Everyone already thinks we're dating, why not?" The theorist sighed, "I just, I don't know. I don't want you to rush in to anything just because you're high on meds and about to die."

"I promise. This is something I've been thinking about since I got diagnosed. So, Matthew Robert Patrick, will you do me the greatest honor and marry me?" Mat sighed and rolled his eyes with a false annoyance, "You know, when you say it like that- You know what, sure. I'll marry you."

You know, I was gonna play with people's feels and go to after Mark dies but I don't feel like being sad so this i what you get. Beauty at its finest.