Take A Chance Doll Face (Septiplier) (Slow Updates)

Chapter 5

Jack's P.O.V.
I click his contact and hover over his call button.
Why am I even considering him and option!
Well.. he is the only other person I have that lives close enough to me. But why would he help he will probability just take his friends side.
I continue to hover over the call button until I just call him. I mean it's not like it's not worth a shot.
*Connecting Call...*
Mark: Jack?
Me: H-heyy..
Mark: You sound terrible are you okay? I thought you were suppose to be on your date with Ryan
Me: Yeah... about that

It took me awhile to catch My breathing between talking since u was still spitting up blood slightly.

Mark: Jack what's wrong?? Did something happen??

I can't hold it in anymore and I start crying in the call with small sniffles and sobs softly being heard on the phone.

Mark: Hey, hey! It's okay Jack just tell me what's wrong
Me: I-I need you t-o come pick me up Mark
Mark: Don't worry. Just send me your location and I'll be on my way

Mark's P.O.V.
*One New Message*
Me: Okay I got it, now just stay where you are and I'll be right there
*Call Ended*

I grab my keys and leave my house right away. I swear to god if Ryan hurt him in the slightest I will fucking tear him limb form damn limb. He better be prepared.
By this point my ears and tail are perked up and my wolf teeth are showing, and that's enough evidence to show just how puddled I am.
I zoom down to where Jack's location is and it says he moved to out front of a sushi restaurant.
Once I park I see Jack, sitting against a wall while he's clutching his chest and holding a bloody nose. My heart begins to shatter as I run over to the nearly unconscious Jack and slightly shake him awake.
When he wakes up and looks at me I can see his eyes were red and puffy from crying. I can tell he has no energy left to u pick him up and put him in the passenger seat of my car. I go over to the drivers side and give him some napkins I have in my glove compartment. He takes the napkins and I can hear him hum a small "Thank You" to which I just put on a small fake smile for a second and nod. The fear and worry is obviously all over my face.
"I'll take you to my house to fix u up. My parents are not home since the are at work for a few days so it's fine." I can tell he wants to protest but instead his eyes shut and he slowly doses off. I am going to fucking murder that name flamer when I find his soon to be dead ass.
~Skip To Mark's House~
I carry Jack into the house and bring him upstairs to my room. I go into my bathroom and grab a bunch of med supplies I have used for past football injuries. I begin to patch up his wounds and once I'm done I put his dirty clothes in the wash, other than his boxers, and put in one of my larger football hoodies that go halfway down his thy. I swear he looks so god damn adorable, but luckily I can control myself.
Soon small mumbles began to emerge from Jack's mouth, which I may add were adorable, and signaling that he was beginning to regain consciousness and he began to slowly open his eyes.

Jack's P.O.V.
Distress. The first thing I felt was immediate distress because of the unfamiliar bed I was laying in along with the unfamiliar house sent.
I jolted up in bed and felt a sharp main in my side and stomach area. "Gah!" I yell and clutch where the pain was coming from.
"Calm down! Your body hasn't fully healed yet and you need rest," I heard a familiar voice say to be. I looked up to find who the voice belonged to and was actually a bit less nervous when I realized that the familiar, soothing, voice belonged to Mark.
"W-why am I here?" I managed to ask with my course voice.
"You called me and then I came to get you. You made me so damn worried!" Mark stated with his ears folding down.
Mark. The Mark Fischbach. Was worried about ME?? Now way in hell, but I'll roll with it for now.
"Can you walk?" He asked and I just slowly nodded. I didn't know if I actually could walk, but right now my main goal was to get out of his house as soon as possible.
I move my body off to the side of the bed and let my feet dangle off the edge. I then give my self a push off and stand for a few seconds before trying to take a step. Once I took that step, I immediately regretted my decision. Before I knew it my body began to fall and I closed my eyes waiting to fall into the thin carpet over the hardwood floor and then hear Mark's dumb cocky laugh, but instead I felt his arms catch me mid way in a bridal style. I couldn't help but blush since I was just in boxers and a hoodie, but I hid my face in the black and red school football hoodie.
"Well you obviously can't walk," he said with a slight chuckle. "I'll take you down to the kitchen. My mom probably has blood punches down there that will help u heal faster." Oh yeah, I completely forgot about his mom beginning a vampire. Or, well,his stepmom I should say.
Mark's dad had him when he was still with his old girlfriend and the damn wolf completely ditched after having him. Right after his dad met this great woman who mark just considers his actual mom. She's really sweet as well. Wonder how they raised a kid who bullied me for months let alone years.
Mark just carried me down the stairs and sat me in his living room on the couch while he walked over to his kitchen. While he was searching through a pretty large fridge, I took this time to admire his house. It was pretty big, but not as big as mine was. It had a warm vibe coming from it and I felt at home immediately. The main thing that fought my eye was that their were family pictures all over the house. It was obvious that they praised Mark since there were many pictures of him winning awards and I would assume that practically every trophy, ribbon, or certificate was in a trove case in the corner of the room that was lit up with small, white, led lights on the inside.
A few minutes later Mark came walking in with two blood pouches and a straw and handed them off to me as he went to go sit on the other side of the couch that wasn't really that far from me since we both sat on the smaller one of the two couches that sat in the spacious living room. God I really hope I'm able to leave soon or else this might get more awkward by the minute.

~AN~
Hey Guys!!
Hope you enjoyed!
Cya in the next chapter~

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