Sorry, Neighbors!

Chapter 25: Sleep

(Mark's POV)

"Think of it like she's sleeping. For a very long time. She'll wake up, don't worry." The doctor finished explaining. "You can go in now."

She's not dead. She's not dead. I chanted in my head. Dark joined in. For some reason, a third voice in my head chanted the sentence, too. I must be going insane.

I sighed, then walked slowly to the room (y/n) was in. I paused at the door, listening for any sounds in the room. There were only beeps from the heart rate monitor, and the sound of air being pushed in and out of a machine. (y/n) couldn't breathe by herself.

I pushed open the door, and confronted my own personal nightmare.

(Your POV)

I was having a weird out - of - body experience. I could see myself on the floor, and I looked nasty. Blood everywhere. The last thing I remember is screaming bloody murder when Master beat me.

There was the sound of wood snapping at the door. Both Mark and Dark rushed in. I could hear Master moving around on the second floor. He must have heard that, and he was going to escape via the fire escape.

Dark dissappeared. I would've followed, but I was suddenly mesmerized by the sight of my own blood. Did I really have that much?

Mark knelt down, taking off his shirt and placing it on the biggest wounds. The bleeding was stopping when Mark's posse arrived. Suzy was the one who called 911.

More quickly than I had thought, the EMTs had arrived. They took my body away to a hospital, but I stayed with Mark. I stayed with him when he went to the hospital I was in. I was with him in the waiting room. He was silent, only speaking when spoken to, always one word answers.

I was with him when the doctor came. Guess I'm in a coma. That's weird to think about. I'm still aware, but I can't do anything. Everything I knew about a coma was that the person didn't move, didn't respond.

I was right here.

I followed Mark when he went to my hospital room. Then I stopped.

There was a ghost of a guy that looked like Mark, but had pink hair, a pink mustache, and was wearing a pink suit. My Markiplier fangirl senses kicked in.

Wilford Warfstache.

Wilford looked at me and put his finger to his lips. I nodded. Like I could say anything anyway.

Mark paused at the door to my room, then went in.

"Oh, God, no. (y/n), if you can hear me, please don't leave me." Mark's voice broke at the end.

I didn't plan on it.
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