I Care {Darkiplier}

(Chapter 7)

You hear your name being faintly called, like from the end of a tunnel. Your vision was slightly blurred, someone's hand waved in front of you, once noticing your awaking state. Turned out that hand belonged to Mark, figuring this fact out once your vision cleared some.

"(Y/N)? (Y/N) wake up, you okay?" His coffee eyes full of panic and concern, these features formed as well on his face.

"M-Mark?" You murmur.

His face lights up with some relief, releasing your waking up. You move to stand having difficulty from the state your in. Your knees give in causing you to flop into his chest. He immediately catches you, trying to steady you. He moves your arm over his shoulder before wrapping his arm around your back to bring you over to the couch. After doing so he helps you sit down.

He moves so he's facing you, "What happened?" He softly muttered, his eyes searching your face for answers.

"I.." You didn't have an excuse. "I..don't...remember."

Judging from the look on his face he still looked skeptical, but ultimately dropped it.

"Is..(BF/N) okay?" You asked, you hoped they were alright.

"Yeah they're okay. They were worried. Once I saw you were unconscious I ran to get them. Once I returned you seemed to be waking up a little bit. You said some pretty incoherent things before slipping back to sleep. Before you fully awoke they said they had to go to the bathroom."

You nod understanding, still a bit sluggish.

After a moment of silence you hear the racing footsteps of your friend. "MARK! Is (Y/N)-" They stop once they see you awake. "(Y/N)!" They tackled you into a bear hug, nearly tripping because of their still slightly drunken state. You cringe at the sudden surprise hug, not expecting it. "I'm so glad your okay! Don't you randomly pass out on me again dammit!"

You awkwardly chuckle, "Alright."

After a few more minutes of conversation, you all decide to order an uber call it in for the night. You sit in the back by the window with Mark, your friend calling shotgun.

You find yourself staring up at the sky, you sadly couldn't find stars though thanks to the light pollution. After figuring out who pays, you step out of the car, enjoying the fresh smell of the rain and breeze. It seemed that there was still a small drizzle. You felt a bit better after the ride, beginning to return to normal, almost forgetting the events prior. Your friend already begins to stumble inside the lobby, leaving you and Mark alone.

"I had a fun time today..and thank you for helping me and stuff." You rub the back of your neck shyly.

"Hey" He shoved his hands in his jean pockets. "Of course. I'm happy to help (Y/N)." He chuckled, a warm smile spreading onto his face.

You felt a smile break out on your face. "Yeah." After a beat you start to go to the entrance doors.

"Hey...Get some good rest. Call or text me if you need anything ok?" He stops you.

You glance at him over your shoulder,  after a second, you spoke "I will. Thanks Mark."

"Of course."

After the brief conversation you enter the building, departing ways.

Your eyes flicker open by the sound of your friend groaning from the living room. You rub your eyes sleepily as you stretch and take your phone from the nightstand. You whine at your sight being met with the brightness of your phone, dang it, you forgot to turn it down before going to sleep. You once more open your eyes once they've adjusted. It was around 9:45. You drop the phone back on the nightstand with a sigh, before swinging your legs over your bed. You step into the living room to investigate. On the couch sprawled around was your friend. They most likely had a hangover.