Mark the date (MarkiplierxReader)

Jack POV

      I'm finally going to do it, I'm going to skype her, I need something to get my mind off of Mark.
      The skype call music started playing and it seemed like forever before I finally heard Sydneys voice. "Jack!" It sounded urgent. "I've been trying to get a hold of you! Mark is in the hospital." Her voice quivered.
     I heard her right, Mark is hospitalized? Holy shite my god what do I do. "What?"
      "TJ was texting me, the were outside a nightclub and he was mugged or just attacked I don't know, TJ foiund him under their car with some kind of stab wound in his left side!" Sydney was almost angry but her pitch was low
I couldn't get rid of the knot in my throat and I started breathing hoarsely.
     "Where."
      "Los Angeles, the one closest to Marka house."
      "I'm going."
       "You're what!? Jack!"
       "I need to see if Marks alright."
      And with that I hung up and my screen went dark, battery dead.

TJ's POV
      Tom and I had introduced ourselves to each other, he's much more charismatic then in my dream. Their mother wasn't here though, I don't know why I thought it would be as accurate as the dream was. I wouldn't say we were chums but at the very least we were socializing, it was releasing my mind from Mark for a couple seconds at a time. A nurse came out and called for us, just like while I was sleeping. We got up and she brought us over to look into marks room, he was hooked up to so many tubes and machines, bandages covered the wounded areas though you could clearly see blood bleeding through.
       "He's in rough shape." She said; the nurse. "He was hit just by his left lung, he's extremely lucky it didn't puncture it or else his chances would be much lower. Though the blade DID miss the lung, it grazed a rib and made a minor incision in some muscle tissue surrounding the heart, he went in for a small surgery that only took an hour. Unfortunately he has lost a lot of blood, a lethal amount actually... It's not clear if he'll survive or not." I choked on the last words even though they weren't mine. I just met this man and already he's getting taken away from me. So many people count on him... this can't be happening, his fans need him, his friends and family need him... I need him. He can't do this to me. 'Mark you asshole you can't do this!' I started tearing up and I looked away.
      "Thank you, no matter the outcome we appreciate your efforts..." I turned to the window that looked into marks room and something about the feeling of watching his chest rise and fall seemed familiar, it was just as painful as the dream, every time his chest fell I was scared it wouldn't rise. This entire process was déjà vu. I started breathing with Mark, I don't know why but I thought if I synced our breathing rates that he wouldn't be able to stop breathing, I could just breathe for him.

"He's going to be fine" I heard toms voice shake from beside me "he's got to be fine." Though his voice croaked it never broke.
"He's strong." I whispered.
"Who are you exactly?" Tom turned to me and I cowered at the question is hoped he'd never ask. We'd exchanged small talk but never interacted to know each other.
"I'm TJ." I answered
"I know that" he rolled his eyes "but who are you to mark?" I lied, that was the question I dreaded, the question that seemed to come up most in my conversations with marks friends; who was I to mark?
"I'm his..." Friend wasn't the right word, neither was girlfriend. I wasn't exactly ready to use the phrase 'friends with benefits' to his brother... "His..."
"His...?" Tom waited politely
"His friend." I cringed at the word and was beating myself for it. I was his friend but he wasn't mine, everyone kept asking what I was to mark but nobody asked what mark was to me... I love him, I think.
"'Friend', why are you here, in the hospital?" He deserved to know, though I'm not a fan of these sudden questions.
"I was the one who found him. We were at a club and-"
"A club? Mark hates clubs. Why was he at a club?" Toms eyes seemed even darker than marks, which was intimidating.
"It was my fault, I wanted him to come with me...." I looked at my feet and let myself cry silently, tears streaming down my cheeks. "All my fault." I whispered.
I heard Tom sigh and his gaze lifted off of me. "We're you the one who stabbed him?"
"What?! No!" My head shot up "I would never!" My voice shook on the word 'never' and I was ready to hit him at the audacity of the question.
"Then it's not your fault." His voice cracked in pain. And I covered my mouth, turning back to mark.
His face hardened and he stirred slightly. He seemed to be in pain and it tugged at me to see him in any kind of discomfort. Suddenly he stopped moving and his face softened again and I smiled, i was happy he stopped hurting, even if he was asleep and wouldn't remember it when he woke. I had zoned out on him completely and that's why I was taken by surprise at Toms hand pushing me against the glass and doctors and nurses rushing past, I saw them dissapear around the corner and begged to any god that they didn't repeappear in Marks room, but Lady Luck hadn't been kind to me before, why start now?
I saw someone gesture to his heart monitor and saw that it had flat lined, I put my hands up to the glass and watched intently.
      As I heard a faint 'clear' and the doctor positioned the AED on Mark I saw his body jump with voltage. I had noticed at this point I wasn't breathing and I didn't know how long, I took a deep breath consciously. Again I saw marks body bounce in his bed, with more power than before. All of the room seemed to relax and I saw his heart monitor start going up and down again along with his chest.
      My legs went weak and I collapsed, breathing hard. I suddenly became uncomfortably aware of wetness on my cheeks and I wiped the tears from my face.
      "Oh my god." Toms deep voice cracked from beside me, very quietly, he too, was on the floor. To be honest I forgot he was there.
     At this point I feel alone no matter what happens.
     So alone...
Mark please be ok.

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