A/N:
Before you start reading, I would like to make this chapter as a tribute for Daniel Kyre but I don't know if it would fit now. I didn't update yesterday because of the 24 hour silence for Dan. On with the story!
Mark's POV:
It has been 3 weeks since Y/N was submitted into the hospital, but things aren't looking too good.
"We found something in her brain, a bullet or something"
It broke my heart when I heard she was actually going to commit herself. Why though? Was it because of the hate comments? Was it because after Daniel's attempt? (I'm very sorry). Whatever it was, I will never know. I deicide to make a video called "Look what you did". I set up my camera and start recording.
"No! I will not start with my normal intro because, Look What YOU DID!" I start yelling to the camera.
"Most of knew must know that I lost Daniel, yes? Now, you almost made me lose Y/N! She tried as well to commit it, now she's in intensive care in the hospital! The last thing she saw was the HATE and DEATH comments that you sent! I thought that this community was caring. Loving, welcoming, making the world a better place!" I spit at the camera.
"Whatever it is, I will never know. Like Dan." I start tearing up.
"Markiplier will not continue for the time being. I am just so disappointed in you guys. You won't hear from me in the next week. Got that? You need to get yourself together."
"I don't care what you say in the comments now! I think that all of you. EVEN if you said something good, are betraying me behind my back. Just recently, I saw a rumor of something very disturbing. I will not say it on camera as it is too intimidating for me and Y/N. So please, don't expect anything from me for a week." I'm in full tears now.
"I hope you're happy on what you did to me." I end the video. I don't edit the video as I think that it's good enough and I just couldn't be bothered. I let YouTube pick a thumbnail for me, knowing that it will show me crying.
I leave the page open and go to the hospital.
Time skip to the Hospital
"Y/N-" I start.
"Room 8a" the receptionist cuts me off.
"Mark." I hear the receptionist call.
"Yes?" I answer.
"She's in a critical condition."
I just dash off to her room and swing the door open, seeing startled nurses.
"Mr. Fisch-" one of them start.
"Please, call me Mark. What has happened to Y/N?" I ask
"She had a bullet in her head, and her chance of living has dropped from 15% to 10%." the nurse informs me.
I run a hand through my hair frustratedly. Tears rise to my eyes again.
"She's also, in a Coma."
I just breakdown. My legs give way, my head hung down, tears stream down my face and onto the floor.
"No. That can't be." I whisper.
"I'm so sorry Mark."
"How long will she need to stay here for?" I ask in between my hiccups.
"She'll need as long as she needs."
"So, even a year?" I ask trembling, hyperventilating.
"If she need it, sadly yes."
"Will the medical cost ri-"
"No." Even with the slightest relief, it can't return the normal, relaxed self I was.
I just abruptly walk out of the room, the hospital and into my car. I drive home, entering (duh idek) and looking at our room.
It was a complete mess and everything was thrown around. I never actually got a full look at the bedroom.
All I see are sheets half on the floor, half on the bed, a wrecked computer and a gun. Wait, a GUN?
I check inside if there's any bullets, trying to not accidentally trigger the gun or load it.
There was only one bullet.
A/N:
Dark ending I know, but if you don't like me putting in Daniel in the story, I will redo the chapter. I'm so sorry. Also, my twitter got deleted so if you want updates about PAX AUS, go to my instagram: dauntless4610gaming.
Thanks guys!
~Dauntlesss4610(Gaming)
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