A Hand to Hold On To // A Septiplier Fanfic //

Broken.

JACK POV

I felt horrible, I felt like I didn't even have a purpose. Doctor's came in periodically to check on my legs and see if I could feel anything. Nope. Nada. Zip. Zero. I cried, it didn't matter who was in the room at the time or if it was late at night and I sobbed myself to sleep.

Mark tried to help, he really did, but how am I usefull if all I do is sit in a wheelchair all day. I curled up in my hospital bed, looking across from me out the window. The sky was a murky grey, rain pattered on the windows. It almost felt like I was back in Ireland. My parents already knew about my condition, but the plane ticket cost too much. Tears slipped down my cheeks, my own family doesn't care about me. As I felt myself slip back into my depression, a heavy hand was put on my shoulder.

"Go away," I mumbled, my voice muffled by the pillow.

"Jack, now why would I do that?" It was Mark. My face blushed red, I was such a whimp. Mark wrapped his arms around me in a hug. I stood frozen stiff. Usually I would be surprised by this, but I just felt so numb that I didn't care. I looked up into his carmel eyes, he smiled his heartstopping smile and sat himself next to me.

"What's up," I asked without much expression, I was envious that he could walk and run, while I was stuck in this cramped hospital room.

"Well, Matt's totally healed up now and I started up YouTube again," He beamed, but his smile soon slipped when he realized what he had said. I hadn't put up a video since I got shot. I just didn't feel happy anymore, why would I fake something and lie to my fanbase?

"Cool, sounds like fun, I'll check it out in a while," I said while gazing out the window. Mark placed his hand on my knee. I looked at it then up at him.

"Jack," he started. " I just want you to know that I will always be here for you,"

I rolled my eyes. "No duh Mark," I sneered. Mark's expression changed a bit, I could tell he got hurt by my bluntness. I ran my hand through my thick, tousled lime green hair. A nervous habit. Mark grabbed my face and turned it so I was facing him. Our faces were inches apart. For the first time in a long time, I felt something. Something deep within me lighten up a bit and push some darkness away.

"M-Mark, what are you doing," I stuttered. Mark held my gaze for a moment, his milk chocolate eyes bore into my frozen blue ones. He placed a hand on my cheek and slowly leaned in. My heart stopped, he can't really be doing this.

"Jack, I want to be here for you, I feel something with you I have never felt before," He upturned his eyebrows, his concern was shown clearly on his face. I didn't respond at first.

"Mark, I don't know about this," His smile dropped. I loved Mark, I really did. But I know one of us will get hurt along the way. My eyes teared up a bit but I held them back.

"Jack... I love you," His voice echoed in my ear. His voice went an octave higher, making him sound desprete.I can't believe he just said that.

"No you don't," I growled. He leaned back in shock, he wasn't expecting that.

"Yes I do! I just was confused about my feelings until now," Mark grabbed for my hands but I pulled them away.

"I'm just going to hold you back," I muttered, not meeting his eyes.

"Don't think like that! If I believed that, do you think I would be telling you this right now?" His voice started to raise, he was getting frustrated.

"Mark, stop trying... I'm not worth all the stress," I turned to face the window, but he whipped me around and smashed his lips into mine. Passion leaked through his lips, I didn't move. I did feel a part of me get into it a bit. I kissed back, melding his lips to mine.

He's a tear in my heart, I'm alive, he's a tear in my heart
I'm on fire, he's the tear in my heart. Take me higher.
Then I've ever been.

Hey guys!! This isn't the ending btw there's still SO MUCH more too go, so stick with me ;) alright
STAY ALIVE |-/