I Promise. (Nateiplier)

"N-Nate... I-I d-don't want t-to l-lose y-you again.."

Nate hugged him tightly, kissing all over his face in an attempt to calm him. "Calm down, baby. Just take deep breaths. Focus on your breathing. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. We're safe."

Mark looked up, meeting Nate's eyes. "B-but... T-they're looking f-for u-us, N-Nate... I don't w-want to be f-found.." He gripped Nate's shirt tightly and tried to calm him down.

Nate shook his head, kissing him again. "We don't know that, Mark. All we know is that their hideout was found. For all we know, they might not even remember. You heard the news, they had so many victims in there. They probably just consider us two more victims. Nothing special. We're safe, baby."

"C-Carl knows w-who we a-are. H-he addressed u-us by o-our n-names... He's probably not t-telling the names because h-he knows that w-we know who h-he's talking a-about." Mark started hyperventilating. "N-Nate... I-I d-don't want t-to l-lose y-you again.."

Nate rubbed his back soothingly, kissing his cheek. He held Mark close to his chest, shushing him quietly. "Don't do this, baby. Just calm down. Listen to my heartbeat, and even out your breathing. Carl is only one guy. They'll get him. The rest of their group has no idea as to who we are. It's gonna be okay. You're not going to lose me, okay? I'm not going anywhere. We're safe."

Mark did as he said, but it didn't help as much. He closed his eyes, but all he could see was that horrible doctor's face. Everywhere he looked.. the static TV, the wall, even on Nate. He squirmed and gripped Nate's shirt so hard that it could've ripped entirely.

Nate flinched from the sudden grip, running his fingers through Mark's hair. He was running out of ideas. Gently lifted Marks chin, tilting his face so that Mark's gaze was on his face. This way, Mark would know it was only Nate's arms around him. He began to sing softly, hoping the sound of his voice would help Mark remember it was just him.

Nate glanced down at him, concerned. He ran a hand through Mark's hair, his worry growing. "Mark? Are you okay? Should I call the doctor?"

Mark shook his head. "N-nothing t-time can't f-fix.." He muttered.

Nate kissed his cheek gently. "Talk to me, baby. What's happening? I want to help."

"M-my head h-hurts...I'm s-seeing scary t-things... I f-feel like I-I'm d-drugged..." His head started to spin, and he laid on Nate in an effort to stop spinning. His lungs scrunched up, making breathing less possible for him.

Nate rubbed his back, kissing the top of his head. He tried to remember what Mark had done when he was sick and delusional. "Just listen to my heartbeat, baby. Focus on me. I'm not going anywhere, okay? They can't find us here. Even if they could, the hospital is filled with security. They wouldn't be able to get to us. Just breathe, baby. Deep breaths."

A smile formed on Mark's face as the realization hit him. Nate was repeating the same things he himself had said to him when he was sick. Mark started to take deep breaths, even though it hurt every time he did. "N-Nate.. Can you c-continue singing? Y-your voice is so beautiful." Nate nodded, kissing him gently. He held Mark close, singing softly as he played with his hair.

Mark hummed along quietly, knowing the lyrics to the song. Soon, Mark felt sleepy and fell asleep in Nate's grasp.

At that same time, the TV blared to life once again.