Mark the date (MarkiplierxReader)

Marks POV
     "Memory loss..."
     "...He hit the ground"
     "Head smashed the pavement..."
    "...rough shape..."

     Have you ever realized that when you  squint your eyes and your eyelashes make everything look off? Then when enough light comes from the right side and you cant see anything but fractured light? I heard a steady beep from beside me and I went to roll over and turn off my alarm, a sudden pain shot in my side and I gasped in such immense despair that my eyes watered. I reached my hand down and touched the source of pain. When I looked at my fingers, blood stained, four of them, and a white casing was around the fifth, a cord attached to it. What? Where am I? I craned my neck and saw that the beeping was not, in fact, coming from an alarm, but rather a heart monitor.
      I'm in a hospital.
     Why.
      Slowly I moved, every inch a whole new layer of pain. Eventually I was sitting up and I moved the paper gown to reveal a bandaged side, right beside my heart. Grinding my teeth I stood up and leaned heavily on the bedside table. My legs were shaking under me and I was fearing for my balance. "Come on Mark." Hiding under my breathe I stood up and almost instantly a shooting pain went up my side and I collapsed, the beeping sped up and suddenly I was on the floor, gripping my head. Vision fading in and out, I looked at my hand and saw new blood, soon replacing it on my temple. I looked at the table and saw fresh blood on the edge. Fucking hell this day just gets worse.
      All at once my door swung open and green hair ran over to me. "Shite! Shite! Mark!"
     "W-who? Who are y-you?" I slurred in an eager attempt to get answers.
     "It's me, Sean...?" He insisted.
    "J-Jack?"

"B b b boner cast!"
"FOOKIN HELL MARK YOU PIECE OF ASS"
"Booper dooper!"
His laugh
His smile.
His kiss,
Jack!

       My face lit up and I grabbed his shoulder and pulled him into a tight hug. He sat there, not moving. "Jack where the fuck am I?" I whispered urgently in his ear, hardly holding back tears of fear. "Please! I don't know who to trust other than you!" Jack seemed surprised.
     "I don't know what happened, all I know is you're in the hospital..." He hesitated, almost not asking something that was on his mind. "W-why do you trust me so much?"
     "Well if I can't trust my boyfriend, who can I trust?" I smiled at Sean but he just stared at me, dead shocked.
    At that moment I saw a dark haired man who I recognized but couldn't put a finger on and a shorter woman who were both crying,
     "What's going on?" I asked, again in a state of worry.
     "Mark oh my god!" The girl ran at me and threw  her arms around me, I groaned loudly and tensed under the pain.
      "Get off!" I hollered loudly, pushing her off of me.
     "TJ he's experiencing memory loss, remember? That's what the doctor said." Jack pulled her away and she looked hurt, I reached out to her
     "Wait I'm sorry I didn't mean-"
     "No it's fine." She waved me off and my heart aches at the thought of hurting someone.
     Jack reached out to me and helped me off the floor, I had to use both hands to steady myself on the bed, everyone gasped.
     " Mark yer bleeding." Jack lightly touched the spot on my head and I hissed at the sting. "Oh shite sorry." He pulled away.
     "It's fine babe." Jacks face turned bright red and he looked away, 'TJ' looked at me in the most confused fashion she could ever have on her face, as did the tall guy. "What's up with you guys?"
     "Hehe it's an inside joke!" Jack laughed nervously. "Do you guys mind if I have a  moment with Mark?" The two of them looked at each other and walked out, TJ threw one final look at me and left.
     Jack stood up and closed the blinds so we were subject to no one and I smiled weakly, sitting up against the headboard in my bed. Jack avoided eye contact as he came to sit back down on my bed. "Why do you think I'm your boyfriend?" His voice quivered.
      "Well I remember us kissing... It's blurry but it's there." I hesitated "why? Are we not... Partners?" Jack glanced up to me and I could see him starting to cry. "Hey hey! Honey don't cry!" I cupped his face gently and put my forehead against his, staying there for a moment, I was slowly leaning in, Jack closed his eyes and so did I. Our lips touched and I held my breath. I heard him slightly groan on the other side of my lips and I smiled. I love you TJ.

    Wait what
TJ?

      TJ.

      "Yeah you shoulda seen me in my prime time, I was a real Grade A Asshole."
"Maybe later"
"I'll go with you to LA"
I slept with her.
I love her.
Not Jack.

I pulled away from Jack and scowled, my brow furrowed and my eyes darted back and forth in confusion. "You aren't my boyfriend." I whispered. Jack stood up and turned away.
"No shite." He growled.
"Hey you have no right to be mad at me!" I pointed at him and started talking loudly. "You took advantage of me!" I was starting to get angry so I swallowed my pain and tried to stand again. "You!" Now I was yelling "of all the no good, dirty, piece of shit-"
"STOP!" Jack turned to me "I love you Mark! You fucking idiot!"
"No! You can't do that! not to me and not to Sydney!"
"Fuck! I hate this! I like you both!" He was staring into my soul and his Icey eyes were a force to be reckoned with. He started pulling at his hair in a semi-insane manor. " I've tried Mark, I have tried so hard to like TJ but what am I supposed to do? Go up to her and say 'hey how are you? Good? Good! By the way! Can't stop thinking about your boyfriend for every second of every minute since the moment I realized my feelings for him! And I'm so unbelievably, fantastically, morbidly, slit-my-own-throat in love with him, that I CANT BELIEVE MY OWN DAMN BAD LUCK THAT HE LOVED YOU FIRST!"
I stared at the man before me, he was crying and his cheeks were stained, his hair ruffled and him just an overall wreck. "Jack... I-"
"No Mark, I can't deal with your shite right now." He gave me one last hopeless glance before turning and swinging the door open aggresivly, leaving TJ and... Tom, my brother, Tom, staring after him, then glancing to me.
I don't know if I should be angry or sorry. Fuck my side is killing me.
There's so much wrong.