Markiplier x Reader | The Promised Land

Chapter 28: Final Destination?

The week that followed was nothing more than a blur. Mark had brought everyone to what appeared to be the hospital wing, after going reaching the other side of the sanctuary. You followed closely and Mark entered a large building and went through various hallways, climbing up ramps, and checking in with a lady behind a desk. The place was surprisingly crowded.

Sean was taken to a room, and Rob was checked over and Barney seemed to vanish. Rob too, shortly disappeared after grabbing a doctor's badge and heading back into the staff rooms. You hadn't realized that Rob and Barney were actual doctors.

You and Mark were taken to a room after you requested to remain with him. You were both cleaned up, bathed, and finally put on bed rest. You were thankful the nurses let you remain with Mark, you hadn't gotten more than arms length away from his side.

You were both placed in a quiet room together. You were shortly reunited with your pets, Chica and [P/n]. They were both excited and overjoyed to see you, but you were both informed to rest. One of the nurses had Mark fill out some paperwork.

When the people left, you and Mark stared at each other from your beds. You frowned, "I didn't think the world was quite organized enough yet to return to paperwork and things."

"Relax [N/n]," Mark said, leaning back to lie down, "I was letting them know I was your Angel and that you were rescued n' all that fun stuff."

"You were my Angel?" you asked, watching him as he stretched, "Are you ready to dump me off and move on to the next?"

"Do you want me continuously nagging at you, nursing you, and making you feel uncomfy?" he asked innocently, sitting up to look at you, "Of course I won't dump you. Remember I said I love you? Silly goose."

You smirked and looked away, "You know... I haven't had such an exciting life up until the day I got shot with a gun..." You peeked a glance at him, and he was visibly smiling.

"Well, if that's how you want to put it..." Mark said, lying back down, "once we get out of this damn hospital wing, I may not actually regret any of the plans I made."

Now what could he possibly mean by that? You thought, Is he gonna throw a party or something?

Days passed and you and Mark recovered swiftly. Each night you would lie in your beds and tell each other something exciting about your lives before you met, or just joke about something as random as bananas. During the day you were both visited by friends and other members of the Light Ring. Ethan and Sean came to visit more often than most, since they were only a few rooms away.

Ethan explained he was put in the hospital for psychic help. He didn't say why, but eventually one of the nurses who looked over you explained that Ethan and his partner, who was also his former mentor, a guy named Rich, were both captured during the escape from the Skull Breaker invasion of Haven. Rich was brutally killed, chopped to pieces right in front of Ethan, and used in a game called Jigsaw.

Ethan was so broken, horrified, and traumatized from helplessly watching his friend slowly die, that he ran away and hid. He was surprisingly sneaky in his situation, unable to be found by the Skull Breakers. Out of sheer instinct, he had hidden in the very building where he had been initiated into the Light Ring.

There were so many stories being told by visitors that you were overwhelmed. The stories would range from brutal experiences they had all the way down to the smallest story of "I got a pimple on my chin." So most of the time when people came to visit, you pretended to be sleeping. Mark would say nothing and just let you hide. You couldn't thank him enough for that. It worked too, that is, until a certain person came in to visit.

He hadn't knocked, catching you off-guard, so you weren't able to hide away despite wanting to. Having already been exhausted by poor Ethan coming in and talking his head off about Sean's obsession with potatoes. 

You had just been talking to Mark about how his theory was right. About how the people of Haven escaping to the surface to flee to Oasis. That was when the tall, green eyed, blonde man walked into the room. His stride was confident, his posture was tall, and his face had a mighty looking beard.

"I assume you two are doing well in your recovery?" he asked, glancing from you to Mark. He had a thick Swedish accent.

Mark sat up straight and he immediately looked alert, "We are due to leave the hospital tomorrow, sir."

The man waved him off, "No need for formality, Mark. Calling me Felix is just fine since we've known each other for so long." He turned to face you and looked you up and down, "Is this the one?"

Mark nodded, a smile cracked on the corner of his lips, "They are indeed."

Felix narrowed his eyes, a look of judgement on his face, but it was gone in a flash, "Very well, your paperwork appears to be in order, I'll leave you two to... whatever you were doing prior to this conversation." He opened the door to the room and stopped, turning to face Mark, "Be sure to actually ask them if they want to go through with this, because knowing you, you were probably hoping to wait until the last minute and surprise them." He winked at you, and then proceeded to close the door behind him.

"Several questions." you stated once you knew for sure that the guy was gone.

Mark sighed, falling back into his pillow, "Fire away."

You scooted to the edge of your bed, stood up and moved to sit down on Mark's bed. He stared at the ceiling when you asked, "Who was that guy? And... what do you have to tell me?" You poked him in the side when he didn't respond, "Mark..."

He sat back up and stared at you for a long moment, "Well, 'that guy' is named Felix and, he's the leader of the Light Ring. We voted for him to become leader just last year, and our group has been doing better than it's been in a long time." 

When you nodded understanding, Mark unconsciously checked your shoulder one final time before taking the bandage off and tossing it aside, "If it wasn't for him, the group would've died out years ago." Mark said leaning back down into his pillow with a huff, "During a war with the Skull Breakers when they raided our first sanctuary, he knew they were coming and warned us to escape. How he knew, we never asked, because he saved us."

You nodded again slowly, trying to understand everything that was said. You realized Mark never answered your second question. You stared at the bandages on the floor for a moment, then felt your shoulder with your hand. You were wearing a basic white tank top and shorts because your other clothes had been taken to be cleaned and patched up before, and you never had the energy to change back into them. Your shoulder felt smooth, minus one bump on the front and back of your shoulder. You looked at Mark again, "What should you be telling me according to that Felix guy?"

Mark bit the corner of his lip and then turned to hang his legs over the bed, sitting right beside you. He too, was wearing a standard white tank top, but he was wearing loose, baggy pants. He was barefoot. He looked at the wall in front of you and then took a deep breath, "I was... wondering if you... if you wanted to join the Light Ring."