Mark POV
Nothing like getting a call at six in the morning by Jack telling me he doesn't have legs anymore. He sounded devastated, who wouldn't be? I promised that I would be over as soon as possible.
I creeped through the house trying not to wake Chica, Lego and the boys. I slipped out the door and sprinted to my car. I needed to be there for Jack no matter what, he needed me. I started up the car and backed out of the drive way. My radio was playing a song that I had heard before. I turned it up slightly and relized it was the band that Jack talked about all the time. What was it called again??? Twenty øne piløts? I thought to myself. It was Addict with a Pen, if I remembered right. I listened to the lyrics and felt myself growing sad, and even more frantic. I hoped Jack was okay.
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I made a mad dash into the hospital doors and slid to the front desk.
"I-I need to see Sean Mcloughlin ( im to lazy to look up how to spell it oops) ," I panted.
"Please relax, he's on the second floor the first door on your right," She responded giving me a stone cold glare.
"Thank you," I turned and ran to the elevator, stepped in a little off balance and slammed my hand on the number two. I stood in silence for a while, stereotypicial elevator music played in the background. Once the doors creaked open I rushed down the hallway and made a sharp turn to the right. The door was already open, Jack was on the bed. The sheets were off him and he was staring down at his legs, horrified.
I ran to him and hugged him tight. I didn't move, I didn't want to ever let go.
"M-my legs," He stuttered out.
I held him as he shook from shock in my arms.
"I love you so much, " I whispered in his ear, as he started to tear up. He hugged me back and pressed his lips lightly agaisnt mine. We stayed like that for a while. In complete silence, only the sound of our breathing and hearts beating.
"You are not alone," I let go of him but immediately linked my hand in his. We were inseparable. We were one.
Sort of sadish idk. Bad day. Hopefully a better one tomorrow.
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A Hand to Hold On To // A Septiplier Fanfic //
FanfictionJack's been going through some tough times in his life, but never like this. He's in love with his best friend, he knows he'll never confess, but what would happen if word got out? Jack knows Mark has been trying to help him get through his depressi...
