Septipler

6

Uhm what…. Yer fans? Mark do ye not remember who you are?" The words fell out  of my mouth and it hurt. "Well I …I'm Mark but what's…why fans?" Mark reached up pulling the wet and blood soaked bandages off of his eye. I gasp as he looks over at me. He had a terrible bruise on his forehead that I couldn't see because of the bandages. His eye bruises horribly. I frown and look into his eyes. "Markiplier….?" I said to see how he reacted. Mark's eye laid lazy like, according to that he probably couldn't open them any wider at the moment. "What, you're giving me nicknames now? That’s kinda weird of a nickname…" Mark looked confused. I felt so weird and lost. "Mark do ye even really know me?" I could feel the tears in my eyes. "Jack, I…I remember we were at the convention…. You came to my wreck…I feel like I've known you before that but…Its hard to think right…I cant remember much…" 

I wrap my arms around him softly. "J-Jack…I love you…." I could hear the fear in Mark's voice. I only hold onto him a bit tighter, "I love ye too, Mark…." I could fell the wetness of Mark's tears on my neck as the man buried against me. "Don't worry Mark, you'll get better and …and you'll remember everything…." I felt Mark heartbeat. "It's ok…"