Just Don't Panic || Septiplier ||

✕ N e w F r i e n d s ✕

**Sooo...I haven't updated in awhile...Sorry. Getting to that time where I'm applying for college and shit so I have very little time right now for Wattpad. Sarry...
And also I just feel that people aren't interested in this anymore so I just don't spend much time on it...Again I'm sorry.**

- Two Days Later -

I still hadn't heard anything from Mark.
Was he okay? Did he make it out alive? Why wasn't the hospital telling me anything? Whenever I brought it up to the doctor looking after me he just shrugged his shoulders and said the same thing each time, "The only thing that's important right now is your recovery." It was bullshit. I just wanted to know that Mark was okay.

No one has been in to visit me either which just made the thoughts that something horrible had happened to Mark even worse. Why? Why has no one, not a single person been to visit? Were they honestly avoiding me because they didn't want to tell me that Mark had died?

I sat up in the overly springy hospital bed and shook my head to clear the thoughts. God I hated being in hospital, I just wanted to be back in L.A. with Mark...But dear knows how long it'll be before I...no, we go back home.

"You're just over thinking things Sean. Maybe someone has been, but you were asleep at the time, or perhaps everyone was still trying to get their heads around what had happened...Yeh...Yeh let's go with that thought." I said to myself as I traced my index finger along just one of the fresh stitch lines, out of many, that had formed on my arm from where a shard of glass had apparently spilt my arm open. How I didn't noticed it at the time was unbelievable.

I sat, staring out the window at the now drizzly thundery weather.
It's all your fault. None of this would've happened if you hadn't driven. You and Mark would've made it safely to the restaurant, you would've spent the night laughing and talking with him and his mom then got the flight back to L.A. the next day.
You'd be sitting at home right now, chatting with Mark, planning for the wedding, seeing the excitement among the community as you told them that you and Mark were engaged...Things would be fine...If you hadn't driven that car...

"Sean!? Oh my god Sean you're okay!" A familiar female voice pulled me away from the thoughts that haunted my mind.
"Gia!" I said as I adjusted my position in the bed. "How have you been!?" I said as we embraced in a hug, the hug hurt a lot, but I didn't care. I was glad to see a familiar face.

I felt hit tears run down my cheeks as we pulled apart. She was crying as well...Wonder if she knew anything about Mark.
"Things have been rather...strange the past few days around the house. Tom hasn't left his room since the accident. How have you been coping?" Sh replied, pulling a seat over to the side of the bed.
"It's been a painful couple of days. Just want to go home to be honest with you." Gia was looking out the window with a blank stare on her face as I spoke.
"Gia? Is everything okay?" I asked getting worried she was about to tell me Mark had died.
She was silent.
"Gia? What's wrong? Tell me please." I felt the panic start to build up in my voice. "Is it Mark?" I quietly added on. I saw her tense up as I said his name but she still never said or did anything.

After a pause of tense silence she finally spoke. "Jack. There's something I have to tell you about Mark..." She quietly said.
"What? What is it? PLEASE JUST TELL ME!" I yelled, the force sent a shock of pain running through my rib cage and I let out a shriek. "Ah you fucker!"
Gia stood up at this moment "Maybe I should come back at a better-"
"NO! Tell me now. Please" I interrupted her as repeatedly pushed the button that allowed the painkillers to flow into my body.

"Jack. There's no easy way for me to say this but..." her eyes began to fill with tears and she was choking on them to much to continue to speak.
"I'm so sorry Jack!" She practically yelled through the flood of her tears before running out the room, leaving me alone again.