apocalypse • dolan twins

twenty eight

third person PoV

"Can you guys stop stressing? I'm alright," Lance said very weakly and Marco scoffed. Lance was trying to shed some light on the situation, acting happy and sarcastic but deep inside, he was absolutely devastated. Devastated that he is leaving so soon, that he wasn't gonna make it and that this is the actual end for him.

Marco scoffed at his comment and stood up abruptly. "Lance, do you not realise that you are going to die?" He said, crying. He was going to lose his best friend and he didn't know what to feel.

"I'm sorry, but I can't. You're acting like this is nothing! Making jokes and all; this is serious shit." Marco yelled. "How selfish can you be right now?"

Rosie tried to rub his back and console him, but he smacked her off, "Don't touch me Rosie. Please." He said shakily, turning around so we couldn't see him cry any further. Snot slowly fell from his left nostril as he was so flustered, his head burned and his face was blood flushed. He had not felt this upset in so long.

"I don't want to be here right now." Was his words before walked out. Marco was in hysterics as he made his way to his room, where he planned to cry himself under the duvet in his bed, when he remembered that Cassandra had excused herself not too long ago when they were all with Lance. He thought he would check that she's fine soon, even though he himself was far from that.

He went to his room and sniffled. The bathroom door in the room was open and it would be appropriate for him to freshen himself up. His shirt was stained in Lance's blood.

He pulled his shirt off over his head, and dropped it onto the floor. He stared at himself in the mirror, watching tears leave his eyes and trail down his face and then his neck. He placed both hands on the sink counter and gripped it really hard as he struggled to breathe normally.

There was some paracetamol tablets beside him and he poured some water in a glass there too to drink along with two tablets. His head throbbed and he needed the pain to drift away. Swallowing that tablet and water, he held onto the empty glass so tight and threw it at the shower, shards of glass spreading everywhere, one hitting his arm.

He stared at it for a while before falling to his knees and cupping his face in his hands, having a moment.

After about half an hour of sitting on a floor with large and very small glass shards everywhere, Marco stood up, more calmed down. He took a step forward and a sharp piece penetrated the soft skin under his foot. He hissed, uncomfortable. He let out an abrupt breath, pulling the piece of glass out and a red liquid began splattering on the floor.

Wrapping his foot in a thick amount of tissue, he remembered to check on Cass. Finding out that Lance was bit had isolated her from everyone and he needed to make sure she was alright, and so he does, when he knocks on her room door. The door was shut, and Marco couldn't help but notice a dent.

Someone's punched the door. Perhaps it was Cass, Marco thought. He called out for her, "Cassy, are you decent?"

No response.

"Since you're asleep, I'm just gonna let myself in." He said, and opened the door slowly. The door creaked rather loudly and he heard a low gasp, as well as a bunch of shuffling after that.

"Um. Who's there?" Cass questioned.

"It's me, I was outside knocking."

"Sorry. I was listening to music. I'm just- I'm trying to distract myself, you know." She explained.

"No worries, I just wanted to see if you're okay."

Cass observes his face and his eyes were swollen; she knew he'd been crying. She looked down and saw the tissue around his foot was completely red.