I Do Believe In Egos

Regressing

Jack yawned, sleepily glancing out the car window, and Mark chuckled. "I could have left you sleeping."

"Nah. I'll wake up soon. I'm just not as much of a morning person as you." Jack shifted, looking over at him. "Did they say what was wrong?"

"Not really." Mark sighed. "He just seemed upset. Said that if we were coming over today, we should come as soon as possible."

Jack just nodded, rubbing his face before slumping back in his seat and watched out the window, taking in the LA scenery. When they arrived at the make-shift hospital, the guys made their way inside, looking into the the sick ward before they could hear shouting upstairs.

Groaning, Mark rolled his eyes. "It's Dark and Anti..." He muttered, heading upstairs.

"Of course it is!" Jack sighed, following him up.

As they made their way into ward one, they found the doctors standing just inside the room. Leaning in, they could see the full of what was happening. Wilford was standing on a bed with his gun trained on Anti, who was growling at him, while showing off his knife. Darkiplier's aura was flickering wildly as he glared at Anti, and the Jims seemed to be holding him back.

"Weren't they getting along?" Mark sighed.

Dr. Iplier looked over his shoulder, smiling. "Mark!" He turned, motioning Mark and Jack in. "Who? Will and Anti? Uh, well... Will still thinks they ARE getting along. Anti and Dark started fighting, and Will got excited... and started getting involved. Anti got stabbed."

Dr. Schneeplestein sighed. "He's fine zhough. He von't actually let me look at it, but from vhat I can see, it's a shallow vound." Shaking his head, he nudged the other doctor with his arm. "Stabbed is a strong vord really. He got minimally cut."

"Stabbed is more fun though." Dr. Iplier smiled.

Jack sighed. "I'm sure Anti can handle it. If he can dish it out, he can take it."

Mark nodded a little, then groaned. "Wilford, that's not playing nice!"

Wilford glanced up, taking his aim off of Anti to wave the gun around. "What do you mean? This is the game HE wanted to play!"

With the gun no longer pointed at him, Anti took the opportunity to rip Wilford's feet out from under him. "Shit." Mark grunted, making his way over, as Anti jumped on top of Wilford to attack, before letting out a high pitched scream while he backed off. "He stab you?" Mark huffed, not really feeling too bad for the glitch.

Anti just hissed at him, holding his side. Frowning, Jack walked further into the room, motioning to the glitch. "Anti, get over here and let the doctor look at you."

Dark chuckled lowly, relaxing a little, though each of the Jims still clung firmly to one of his arms. Mark sighed, holding his hands up. "I don't want to play Will. Weapons away please."

"You know... for a man who plays games for a living..." Wilford got up, to Mark's relief, tucking his bloodied knife away as he popped his jaw out to the side. "You're quite the buzz kill." He huffed, then turned back, grabbing his gun off the bed to put it away.

Mark sighed, looking over just in time to see Dark retch his arm away from Camera Jim who had lost focus on his task while watching Anti. The dark alter quickly shoved the other Jim away and began adjusting his suit. "Since when can you be held down? Especially by the Jims?" Mark asked.

Dark ignored the questions, placing his hands behind his back now that he had his appearance more together. "Will, I think Mark misspoke. He does want to play."

Wilford grinned, snapping his suspenders. "Oh ho! Guns or knives?"

"Wilford, I said no!" Mark grunted, Wilford narrowing his eyes and tapped his chin, surprised by the outburst.