Septipler

3

Jack's pov

I sat there in the waiting room. I wasn't allowed back where Mark was since they had to do emergency surgery fast. I felt so scared, I don’t want to lose him. I felt the tears swelling up in my eyes again by thinking of it. 

It has been hours and now very late. I haven't heard anything in a while. I felt like I was going to be sick. I rubbed my face into my hands. 'Mark please…damn it please be ok…" I cried to myself. A doctor walked over to me, "Sean Mcloughlin?" The doctor looked quiet confused. "Yes?" I managed to speak through my crying. "Mark Fischbach has been put into a normal room now, the surgery went better than what we initial thought. He has request you come back with him." The doctor said with a slight smile. I felt so much weight lift off me. I followed the doctor to Mark's room and I slowly entered the dark room. "We do need you to keep the light off. Mark's eyes are still healing up and the light could cause discomfort." I nod as the doctor leaves.

I sat there on a chair in the dark room next to Mark. He had bandages over his eyes and his left arm was casted. His lower half covered by light blue blankets. I frowned, afraid of what had happened to his leg…where they even still there? I look back Mark. "Well…are you going to talk to me or make me feel even more alone behind this mask off bandages?" Mark slightly chuckled, he still had his humor even after all of this. "M-Mark, how do ye feel?" I held his hand so he would know I was there. "Eh…I guess like I just about died to be honest Jack. That was scary, I knew I was a goner." Mark stroked his thumb against my hand. I frown, "About your legs, uh do you mind if I look at them?" I asked awkwardly. 

"If you want, but I'm guessing they probably look bad…" Mark whispered. I picked the covers off of his legs slowly, only to be left in complete horrid shock. "Oh…dear." I said out loud by accident. "W-What is it, Jack? Is it real bad?" Mark scarred bottom lip quivered slightly. "I…I'm sorry Mark …." Tears fell down my face, I placed the covers back onto him softly. "J-Jack tell me straight… please…." Mark held my hand tighter.

"Mark…You don’t have your left leg anymore…" I allowed the words to fall from my lips. I found my self rocking back and forth. "Jack. Jack its ok, its ok…. Calm down…." Mark's deep voice melted my heart. "Mark …but your leg…." I didn't understand him. "Jack I'm alive, I wasn't supposed to have lived but I did… and its all thanks to you Jack. You saved me." Mark smiled slightly.
"Mark can I ask ye about te note you put in me suitcase?' I changed the topic. Even though I couldn't see Mark's eye, shock filled his face. "Oh!....Um right….haha…uumm…" Mark's face lit up red. "Well Jack, I really expected you to have been back home when you found that…." Mark swallowed heavily. "Mark…did ye mean it…do ye really love me….?" I had to know. Mark slide his hand, feeling his momentary blind way up to the collar of my hoodie. He grabbed it, pulling me down to his level. I fell out of the seat, barely catching my balance so I didn't fall. Mark's face was so close to mine.