Ch. 2
KAYLA'S POV
The next morning, I awoke to an old nurse checking my vitals. When she saw that I was awake, she gave me a warm smile and said, "I'm so glad your awake. I put your cellphone on the table beside you if you would like to use it." I smiled gratefully and rolled over to grab my phone.
Once I had the phone in my hand, I noticed that I had ten missed calls and 13 new texts. They were all from my mother. I knew that I would have to call her back, but I didn't know what I was gonna say. My mother hadn't been notified that I was in the hospital, and I'd like to keep it that way. After a few minutes of deciding what I was gonna say, i finally got it. I grabbed my phone and dialed her number.
"Kayla! Oh my god your okay!" She screamed
"Yeah, I'm fine mom."
"Well...have you found a place to stay? I know we didn't leave off on a good foot, but I'm your mother so I deserve to know."
"Yeah mom, I have a perfect place to say" as I said this I glanced around my hospital room and held in a chuckle. For about ten more minutes, we continued to talk, and I was becoming exasperated. Then, all at once, as if answering my prayers, Mark himself comes prancing into my room, holding a McDonald's bag. "Hey Kayla!" He said "how are you feeling?" I desperately tried to quiet him down, but my mother soon piped in.
"Kayla! Who is that? Did they ask how you were feeling? What happened?"
"Nothing mom, bye" and with that I hung up the phone. Mark sat himself carefully on the edge of my sad excuse for a bed and threw me a burger and fries. Thankfully, he didn't throw the Fanta. That would've ended in a orange disaster.
"Man." Mark said, with annoyance in his voice, "that was your mom? You were pretty rude don't ya think?"
"Nah, she's just a bitch sometimes." I retorted, stuffing my face with the fries.
"You should learn to be a little nicer to your mom, you never know when the" he cleared his throat and shifted his eyes to mine sadly, "when the time will come."
As soon as he said that, I knew exactly what happened. He must've lost one of his parents. There was a long pause, until I finally spoke up. "Which one?" I asked, "which parent I mean?" He didn't say anything, but he held up a picture of him and an older gentleman. His dad. Guilt washed over me. Here I was, screaming at my mom over something so unimportant, and he has lost his dad. After that, we talked for hours about his family, my family, and everything else in the world, when we finally got to the topic of our lives right now. I found out that his job is that he runs a gaming youtube channel titled "Markiplier". I was so surprised. I never would've pinned him as a youtuber.
I could tell Mark and I were two different personality types. He shared all of his life story to me pretty much, and I only shared about a fourth of mine. After he told me about his youtube, he explained the real reason he had it.
"My dad just helped so many people." he whispered, running his hands through his hair, "and I just wanted to make him proud. I love my life so much. My youtube family is the best I could ask for, I just hope I'm doing life right." He sighed. I saw that he was getting sad, so I did the first thing that came to my mind. I gently placed my hand on top of his and stated, "Your dad would be so proud of you."
