Gone with you (Book 2 of The Anti Over Kill)

Part 5

A/N:Sorry, another depressing chapter... But it'll get happier promise. Its for build up purposes.

------ a week later----

Jacks POV
Beep... Beep...Beep
Days drag on, nights too short. Sleep is always distant when I need it most, but incases me without warning when I don't. Fear fills me everyday, the anxiety that I too will be gone with Anti. But I won't give up without a fight. Constant fatigue lingers within my stomach, my entire body exhausted and ill.
Beep... Beep... Beep
I eat more... But the food tastes foul and rotten in my mouth no matter what I eat. Guess it's because of not eating and throwing up... My bodies no longer able to do normal functions like it used to. (Not inappropriate, jeez) It was torture whenever I just wanted to enjoy cake and cookies or gifts that people brought me.
Beep... Beep... Beep
Even if I did manage to hold down the foul food... It was never much. From not eating, I've fucked my stomach and can't eat as much as I used to be able to consume which was disappointing. My energy is slowly coming back... Very slowly though.
Beep... Beep... Beep
It was lonely here. Nothing seemed interesting, not even reading fans funny and weird fan fictions. Some were very um *cough* interesting, lets put it that way. All I could do in here was look blankly out the window, sleep or go on my phone and keep my fans updated. So many of them sent me tweets and messages begging that Im okay and will live.
Beep... Beep... Beep
I gaze to my side. Glancing intensely at the squiggling line that peaked and fell on the monitor. Each peak in sync with the beeping of the machine. Both mesmerizing and scary knowing at any point that the peaks could fall to a straight line without beeps. Just one continuous pitch.
Beep... Beep... Beep
Dark had brought me to this horrible smelling hospital about a week ago... I think. I've lost track of days now really. Lost within sleep or the constant sleepy haze, sort of like a trance that I get whenever I wake up. I've been diagnosed with depression and a mild liver problem because of drinking so much in attempt to drink my problems away. The doctor scolded me for that one. Heh.
Beep... Beep... Beep
"Hey Jack!" Two voices laughed from the door. I turned my head with a large smile knowing who they were. I laugh seeing them walk in.

"Top of the mornin' to ya laddies" I laugh. They laugh in response and pull two chairs; a chair each, to my bedside. They sit and stare at me as if examining a dead clown crime scene. They wore smiles, we all sat in silence at first. But Mark always looked upset whenever they came to visit me. Probably because I looked dead with my thin lanky frame of bones, pale and ill appearing skin that sucked into every nook and cranny of my skeleton, dark bags under my bloodshot eyes. Highlighted against the pale complexion of my face.

"So... Has your release date been figured out yet?" Dark asks. I lose my smile, looking into his eyes before dropping and shaking my head in a disappointed no.

"I really want to go home, this place is horrible and it gets lonely" I admit, a small laugh toying within my words. You guys don't visit enough" I chuckle. But in all honesty, I was being honest and true.

"Well we want to give you time to rest Jack" Dark smiles at me. I nod in understanding.

"The food tastes horrible too... But Im not sure if thats me or the hospital food" I laugh and they join in.

"Hospital food is pretty bad" Mark chuckles. Mark and Dark place a hand on my arm, their hands warm compared to my skin. Its always freezing in here, the nurses say they need to keep it that temperature for other patients blah, blah, blah, I would always lose attention by that point, drifting into sleep to the point I've given up asking. Instead just asking for more blankets. The nurses were never nasty or mean about it, they did as asked and brought me more blankets. Every hour or so they'd checkup on me, even if I was asleep they'd make sure my IV was full, the heart monitor was working along with my health etc.
---- 1 month later---

Jacks POV
Its so nice to be out of that fuckin horrid place and back into our house. Mark and Dark constantly check on me whichI love because before they leave they kiss my cheek and cuddle me. I leave my room more than often now. Im hardly in there anymore, Im usually in Dark and Marks
rooms for cuddles, for them to comfort and sooth me, to remind me I'm alive. Or the kitchen stuffing my face with food. I'd stopped trying to drink my problems away after Dark and Mark and an intervention with me. Making it evident I had a problem. They're still worried about me... No matter how much they try to hide it. And to be honest I really can't blame them. In my room I've turned all mirrors and hidden all reflective surfaces. Hating to see myself like this, I hated it. But I'm better than I was. I've gained some weight back and lost the paleness to my skin. I sleep better here than I had in hospital which pleased me.
But I still have to go back there every week so they can check on me while I visit my councilor.

"Hey Sèan, you alright?" I turn to look up at Mark who currently cuddles me within his muscular arms. I smile and nod, burying my face back into his chest.

"I love you Mark" I smile as I snuggle closer to him. He smiles with a chuckle, holding me tighter.

"I love you too Jackiboy"

"What? You said you loved me Jack!" Dark stood in the door way. A hurt expression on his face. I instantly let go of Mark. "You can't just love both of us" he growls. Stomping into the room and lifting Mark up by the shirt and away from me.

"I-I love you both though" I whimper. Unable to choose one of them.