Ethan Point of View
After Mark, Tyler, and I got done cooking pies for a "Markiplier Makes", I started to feel immediately sick.
Tyler left right after we shut off the cameras. He said he had something to do- we didnt care to ask.
I held my stomach as a sharp pain ran through it.
Mark chuckled and walked up to me. "Ethan you okay?"
I let out a small groan. "I-I dont know."
Mark's eyes went wide, as he grabbed at my hand and pulled it away.
"Do.. do you need to lay down or something? What happened?"
"I-i dont know Mark but it hurts like hell."
"Well let's go sit or something."
Mark wrapped his arm around my shoulders as I walked over to the couch, hunched over from the pain.
I laid down, and he sat by me. "Is it from the pies? We didnt even eat them all the way."
I curled up in a ball, and held my arms to my chest. "I don't know Mark, but fuck it hurts."
"Do you wanna lay in my bed or something? You might just need to rest."
I looked up at him and nodded. As I sat up, he grabbed my arms to keep me steady. As soon as my back hit the bed, I immediately rolled onto my side, curling up into a ball again. I grabbed Mark's arm, and held it to my chest.
"Ethan i-" Mark said, looking down at his arm.
"Stay." I mumbled.
"I- okay. Okay."
I opened my eyes as I felt the bed dip beside me. Mark was facing me, his arm still held in mine. I closed my eyes once he closed his, and I quickly fell asleep.
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Some Things Change
Fanfictionthis story is just for fun. I respect Ethan and Mark's friendship, and their relationships with their current wifes/ girlfriends.