You Can Trust Me - A Markiplier Fanfic

     In the darkness that surrounded my mind, I found myself thinking of the long forgotten pieces of my life.  The shadier parts of town where we usually lived may have been cramped, but they were still graced by the same golden rays of summer sun as everywhere else; and I loved the sun.  As a child, I stayed outside from dawn till dusk as often as I could, climbing trees and playing games.  When I was a little girl, I had a cat named Jenny.  Named so by my six-year-old self.  I used to run and play in our yard chasing bugs and rolling in the grass with her.  I loved that cat.

    One summer afternoon, my mother came home from work early and told me to pack an overnight bag.  We were going to stay at Grandma's place for a little while.  I asked her if Daddy was coming, and if Jenny could come with us.  She knelt down before me, her face twisted up with all kinds of emotions.  Her long blonde hair whipped around her face in the breeze, and she took my tiny hands in her own.

    "Daddy won't be coming, sweetheart.  We need to pack up quick and be on our way, though." She smiled sadly.  "Jenny can't come with us either, honey."  I didn't understand.  About Daddy, about Jenny, about leaving.  She hurried me into the house, apologizing all the way.  I clung to her side, filling my little arms with clothes and my most favorite things.  I had a feeling we wouldn't be coming back.  Her arms were covered with bruises and scratches, and I knew daddy had put them there.

    All my life we ran from men.  From my father, from Mom's boyfriends, from the assholes I brought home.  From Lee.  Memories flooded my mind, of every kiss, every flower, every fight, and every grand escape.  Lee had dominated my life just as my father had for my mother.  The vicious cycle..  I was just like her.

    My mind drifted to James, and when I would see him again.  I thought of my mother, brother, and sister, and our distance for the past few years.  And Mark.  The man who changed my life.  I ached to see him again..  Well, I honestly just ached in general.  What the hell..? My skull throbbed slightly, sending shivers of pain down my spine.  I heard mumbles of voices exchanging soft conversation somewhere nearby.  A bright light flashed before my eyelids, and I groaned from the sensation.  When I tried to shield my eyes, my arm stung with a sharp pain.  I gasped slightly and opened my eyes to see what was happening.  A firm hand pressed me down and held my arm in place.

    "Shh, sh sh.  Be still." A warm, accented voice spoke to me softly.  "You lay down.  You 'ave 'ad a serious blow to the 'ead, and jou need to rest.  Okay, Mija?"  I opened my eyes slowly, squinting under the hospital lights.  I took in the nurse's sweet face.  She looked around thirty, with smooth, dark skin and shoulder length, jet-black hair.  Her eyes were a rich brown with brilliant golden flecks in them.  I glanced at my arm, and the needle sticking underneath my skin.  I nodded a confirmation to the nurse and closed my eyes again, cringing at my own soreness.

    "If jou need anything, press this button once and I will be right 'ere."  She gently placed my hand over a small buzzer.  "I just changed your I.V., so you will be getting some pain relief soon.  Try to keep still, sí?  The doctor will be with jou soon to check up on jou now that jou're awake.  Now, rest."  She patted my hand and left the room.

    Hospitals had always held a special place in my heart.  They were places of healing, of care, and a decent night's rest.  But most of all, they were a place of safety.  I looked around the room absently until the doctor came in.  He was tall, but painfully thin, with gray hair and a smile that stretched on for days despite the obvious bags under his eyes.  He couldn’t have been older than forty, but he looked aged beyond his years.  I thought that it may have been caused by the stress of the job or perhaps just a tough life.  Nice to know I wouldn't be the only one dealt a shitty hand.

    "Well, it's nice to see that you're finally awake," he grinned.

    "How long have I been unconscious?"  My voice cracked from its lack of use.  The last events in my memory were fuzzy, but they didn't exactly tell of a good time.  The doctor rifled through some papers and charts.

    "Nearly four hours.  It seems you suffered a concussion, and with your past head injury we were lucky this didn't develop into a severe trauma case."  He smiled at me again.  "You're a very lucky girl."  My mind drifted to Mark.  I wondered if the doctor knew that he had saved my life.  Oh, God, of course he knows.  The cops burst in, he probably has their statement right on his chart.  My face flushed red.

    "I know," I choked out.  The next half hour was full of questions mostly.  The doctors and nurses came and went asking me things, giving me tests, scoping out my injuries.  Everyone was shocked to see that I was relatively fine.  My head sure as Hell hurt, and I'd need help moving around the apartment for a few days, but most of the injury--amazingly--didn't do much cognitive damage.  I was set up in bed at the end of the train of doctors with a pain prescription and some instructions on how to handle the fuzziness and nausea.

       I handled the ordeal fairly well.  I had been used to hospitals for a long time, so the production felt almost routine.  Just as the doctor was about to leave me to rest, I asked him a question.

    "Hey, um..  Has Mark stopped by?  Do you know what happened to him and that- uh, that other guy?"  He stopped in the doorway for a moment in thought.  When he turned to me, I could see that he was trying to respect my privacy.

    "The 'other guy'," he threw air quotes up at this, "was detained by the police.  And he won't be getting out any time soon.  As far as I've been informed, he's up for two counts of attempted murder, and sexual assault, among other things."  I couldn't breathe.  "As for Mr. Fischbach, he's actually down the hall."

    "You mean..?"  I didn't understand.

    "Getting dinner.  He was in a room of his own after getting roughed up by that guy.  He was in bad shape when he came in.  Not nearly as bad as you, but still.  After a while he got antsy and came in here to sit with you.  But a man's gotta eat.  He wasn't looking well so I sent him to the cafeteria.  Doctors orders."  He chuckled at that.  "That shut him up."  I smiled.

    "He's okay?"  The doctor nodded absently.

    "He will be, when he sees you doing well.  He's strong.  Stubborn.  A few cuts and bruises won't phase him.  But this," he gestured to me, "this got to him.  He's been real worried about you."  His smile grew more somber.  "I can see it in his eyes.  He loves you.  And I know better than most that seeing a loved one so close to death can destroy you."

    "I'm sorry," I offered.  He smiled softly and waved his hand in dismissal.

    "That was a long time ago.  But you two- you two are young.  You have all the time in the world.  I just suggest you use it to make each other happy."  I smiled at him and nodded my head.

    "I promise."

    "Okay.  Well, I'll let you rest.  If you like I can let him know you're up.  And if you're hungry, I'll have a nurse bring you dinner."  I hadn't realized that I was absolutely starving.

    "Uhm, yes please.  To both," I laughed.  He departed then, and my heart started racing with excitement.  I knew it had only been a few hours since I had last seen Mark, but something inside me felt newer than I ever had before.  Free.  I was finally free.  After all the pain and suffering, I had finally found happiness.  I decided that I wouldn't let anything scare me away from the life I'd dreamed of.  I wanted to spend the rest of my precious days on this earth sharing that happiness with the man that I loved.  The one.  Mark.