Septipler

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Jack's pov

I was at Pax prime with Mark and his friends. Mark and I were staying in the same hotel so I decided to hang out in his room for a bit before we had to leave tomorrow. We sat there talking randomly of everything that had happened at the convention and how fun this trip was for us both.
"So you'll be leaving after me in the morning, right?" Mark questioned, scratching his chin. "Uh-  my flight is at 6:30 in te mornin', when will ye be heading back te LA?" I shrugged. Mark smiled while thinking, "Well I'll drive down to the airport before daylight since the traffic will probably get awful at daybreak." 

I glanced away from Mark after realizing I had been blankly staring at him. "Oh haha right I see what ye mean." I smile at look back to him. Mark rubs his hand through his fluffy hair. He made a weird yet seducing face at me, only causing me to laugh. We shared this moment alone, all day we had been around so many people, not that I didn't like seeing all them I was just glad to get this moment with Mark. I didn't know when I would ever see him in person after this.

"Well eh Mark it's pretty late and ye said that ye were getting' up early so I guess I'll let ye sleep." I rub the back of my neck awkwardly as I stand up. 
Mark grabs my arm and pulls me into a tight grasp. "Why are ye huggin' me so tight?" I laughed. Mark slowly broke our hug and smiled at me with a goofy expression. "Eh- um Can I walk with you to your room? I just think it would be a more appropriate send off." Mark said with a shy smile. I look at the floor out of the corner of my eyes, "haha sure Mark, if that'll make ye feel better." 

Mark and I walked down the hall for a few minutes then arrived at my room. Mark coughed, as in efforts to make this awkward silence go away. "Well, Mark I do hope we get te do things like this more often. I enjoy bein' with ye…." I said opening my arms out for a last hug. Mark quickly takes thee offeer and hugs me, a long hug. "Jack, I don't want to let go, haha…" Mark whipsered, I couldn't tell if he was just goofing around or if he was….serious. "Haha ye silly with yer weird jokes." I laughed but Mark was silent. He tightened his fingers into my back. "Jack this time I'm not joking." Mark said sternly. 

"U-uh …. Oh! Haha I wish ye didn't have te Mark." I hugged him tight. Mark finally pulled away when some weirdo came by and shouted, "Just kiss!" at us. The kid ran off and we were left weirdly staring at each other. "I should go get some sleep." Mark smiled looking away from me. "Right. Ye need so rest, 'night Mark." I wanted to actually kiss him, but I knew he didn't feel the same though he joked like we were a 'thing'. I smile sweetly at Mark, Goodnight, Jackirooney. Have a good sleep. I'll skype you when I get back to LA, alright?" Mark said over his shoulder. "Yes, I'll talk te ye soon, Markimoo…. I looove yoou." I giggled. Mark chuckled and blew a kiss to me.

It was later that morning, I was right about to board my plane when I got a call from Mark. "Why is he calling me? And now of all times?" I answer. "Mark what's up? I'm about te board me plane." I could hear his panicking breath on the line. "Mark?  Are ye ok?" I begin to feel worried. "J-J….(cough) Jack….I…I c-crashed…Guu-- it hurts l-like h-hell… J-Jack I'm scared…I-Its dark wherever I am… I'm h-hurting real bad. (cough) I think I c-crashed over the b-bridge near the a-airport…eeehhhuugg…." Mark had left before daylight, "How long have ye been there!? I'm on me way just keep talkin' Mark." I run the opposite direction from my plane and catch a taxi. "I- I don't know e-exactly how long…but it (cough) it feel like a few hours, I-I got knocked out when it happened….I…It hurts Jack please…hurry…." I could hear Mark's voice getting weaker. "I'm trying Mark….Its ok just stay awake. I see it! The bridge, it looks pretty scuffed up. I'm coming Mark!" I exit the taxi quickly, commanding the driver to call the police.

I run down into the large ditch beside the bridge. I run to the flipped over and brutally messed up vehicle.  I bust through the window and crawl in near Mark's hurt body. "Mark…I'm here. It's ok, the police are coming, hold on…." I whispered as Mark looked up at me. His eyes were hurt bad along with pretty much his whole face. His left arm seemed to be broken and stuck underneath him. I looked over his body, seeing blood staining his white shirt. I look down more only to nearly want to puke. His legs were crushed under the large metal pieces of the broken vehicle. I wasn't good at handling things like this. I closed my eyes and tears streamed down my face. 

"J-Jack please…d-don’t cry…." I open my eyes quickly when hearing Mark's voice. Mark reaches his right arm out and takes a hold of my hand. Mark's tears mixed with the thick blood on his face. "I'm so fookin' sorry…." I whispered to the hurt man. I held onto Mark's hand tight allowing my self to cry. I could hear the sirens in the distance. "Mark… Mark they're gonna get ye outta here… Y-…Yer gonna be ok…." I could feel Mark's hand getting cold from the blood loss, he was so pale. I wanted to panic but I had to stay calm, for him. "J-Jack….I don't think I can make if….e-even if th-they get me out…I don’t think I'll make it…. " Mark stared through bloody eyes at me. 'Don't ye fookin' say that! Yer gonna be just fine! Y-ye are!" I felt so hopeless. "Jack… I-I need you to know something in case….(cough)" Mark's voice was getting weaker. "I do love you…." He whispered. 
My heart felt heavy, this is what I had wanted to hear from him since the beginning… but why did it have to be said now…"M-Mark I-" before I could finish, I was escorted by policemen away from the scene so firemen could cut Mark out of the car.  I was back on the sidewalk near the main road. I balled up onto the side walk. "I didn't get te tell him…I just hope he knows…." I whispered to myself as tears overflowed my eyes. The taxi drive that drove me here was still here. 
"Hey kid, your suitcases are still in my taxi. If you want I could drive you up to the hospital that they will be transferring your friend to, no charge." The man says kindly. "T-Thank ye….' I sit into the backseat and search through my suitcases. I found a note attached to a cute photo of Mark and me. 
It reads: