Unforgiving (Markiplier fanfic)

Part 9

I woke up in a hospital, "Wha-" I mumbled, drowsy. I saw a blur in front of me, "Mark?" I muttered. "No," my vision cleared, it was a nurse. "Your friend found you on the floor." The nurse said getting her things. I sighed "I didn't want to come back." I said, slowly moving my head side to side. "Um which frien--?" The nurse left the room, the door opened "Sis?" My sister walked it. "Hi.." She mumbled, holding back her tears. "Hey..." I said, she held my hand, "How are you feeling?" She asked. "Good enough to go back to my home." I sat up, "No! You can't, mom and dad decided to take care of you and help you get through this." She said, sitting down still holding my hand. I saw bandages on my wrists. "No. Don't you know mom and dad? They get pissed off like that!" I snapped my fingers (Not Like broken, u know that noise when u snap your fingers). "No, we can help you!" "No, sis! We aren't doing this! I want to do this alone, I need to talk to someone." I said getting out of bed. "Fine but be careful." She said as I took off the hospital clothes I had on, "Bye." I said, she could tell I didn't want her in the room so she left. I walked out of the room (after I put on my clothes), "Your suppose to be in your bed resting Y/N!" The nurse said. "I'm fine, I can go home, I'll get help later for my depression. I just need to go do something," I firmly said, leaving the hospital.
- Marks home
I knocked on his door, I waited a while and desperately knocked at his door. The door opened, "Who're you?" I said, confused it was a man, he oddly looked like Mark. "MarkieMoo," he said, looking back, "MarkieMoo?" I muttered peeking in. "It's... Y/N." he said, glancing at me then leaving. Mark walked up to the door, "Oh, hey, Y/N. How are you?" He awkwardly said, "Good?" I crossed my arms and opened my mouth to speak again, but then interrupted. "Yeah, uh, about yesterday..." He began, "Mark.." I sighed "What you said that I didn't help for shit well...You were right, I really didn't.. But now I'm going to try harder to help." He said with a weak smile, "Mark, you know that what I said last night-- I didn't mean it.." I said. I gently touched his forearm, in attempt of grabbing his hand.. But failed. "You did help.." I muttered under my breath, looking to my left "People look to their left when they lie." He said. "No! No, I wasn't lying." I said, "Then how did I help you?" He asked. "You just... Was there when I needed. And you also made me happy.." I blushed, he didn't say anything after that. "Who's that person." I asked, trying to peep in. I wasn't able to because Marks shoulder was in the way, "He looks a lot like you." I smiled. "He's my brother, Tom." He smiled back, opening the door even more, letting me in. "Didn't you watch my Draw my life video? For a thousand videos?" He smirked as I walked in, he closed the door. "Yeah, I did. I just forgot." I turned, patting both hands on my hips.