Why be the judge? (Septiplier)

Chapter 35

MARKS POV

I walk as fast as I can down the long corridor. Almost running. My mind is ticking over with so many thoughts & worries. The smell of disinfectant worsens my feelings. I see the numbers on the wards flash in my sight. I ignore them all until I see the number the nurse at the front office told me. 215 E. I stand just to the side of the door out of sight, preparing myself the worst. But when I take a single step in the sight is horrendous. A dozen doctors in blue overalls, masks and gloves are rushing around a single bed in the middle of the room. Machine cords are running all over the ground creating tripping hazards that doctors and nurses moved over without a second glance. I stand there for a minute before a young doctor approaches me.

"Sir I must ask you to leave the room. You will only create distraction." He informs.

"But that's my Dad lying there! I kinda fucking care about him!"

"Sir I understand your distress, but please just step outside of the room."

"No! You don't fucking understand! Let me in! I need to-"

"Mark come with me, honey." A soft but assertive voice says from behind the man.

It's Mum. The guy steps aside to let her through and she grabs my hand, pulling me away from the doorway. I take one last glance at the figure lying on a hospital bed before following her. We walk until we reach a glass door. When opened the sight before me would have been beautiful. If I was here for a better reason. A small Japanese Zen garden filled with small little round shrubs and a medium cherry blossom sat in the corner. We walk to the centre of the garden where a cement bench sits. We sit in silence for minutes before I speak.

"He's not gonna beat it this time, is he?"

"I don't know." She says

We sit in silence again.

"I think you might have to say goodbye Mark. For good."

"Please don't say that," I say, "have hope."

"I do, but we need to prepare for the worst."

"Shut Up!"I yell, "you sound like you don't care!"

I look her dead in the eye before pain builds in my cheek.

"Grow up! For years I've dealt with the pain of having a sick husband, and you think I don't care?! You need to have a good look at yourself Mark, you need to think about the way your future is heading." Tears well in her eyes as she speaks. I feel like a disappointment, I feel selfish for all the things I've said. For all the things I've done, I deserved that slap.

"I think you need to go home, I'm guessing you didn't bring Jack?" she asks after a few moments.

"No, I didn't. yeah, I'll go." I say as I stand. I walk to the door and through the hospital to my car. When I open the door, I see my phone light up.

Jack: Hey, you probably won't get this till later, but I'm gonna go home, I can guess you want to be alone. Call if you need me. <3 you.

I sigh as I turn the key and drive home, wishing Jack had stayed.

JACKS POV

I grab my bag and stuff my textbooks in it. Before I go I send Mark a text. I knew I would be the last thing he would want to deal with. I shut the front door to the house and walk across the road to mine. My nerves build the closer I get to the driveway. The red Holden ute (or truck) was the only form of life in the house.

I open the door and shut as quietly as I can before making my up the stairs in the lounge room where my Dad is passed out one of the lounges with a pile of bottles littering the floor.