Some Things Change

Chapter One

Ethan Point of View

After Mark, Tyler, and I got done cooking pies for a "Markiplier Makes", I started to feel immediately sick.

Tyler left right after we shut off the cameras. He said he had something to do- we didnt care to ask.

I held my stomach as a sharp pain ran through it.

Mark chuckled and walked up to me. "Ethan you okay?"

I let out a small groan. "I-I dont know."

Mark's eyes went wide, as he grabbed at my hand and pulled it away.

"Do.. do you need to lay down or something? What happened?"

"I-i dont know Mark but it hurts like hell."

"Well let's go sit or something."

Mark wrapped his arm around my shoulders as I walked over to the couch, hunched over from the pain.

I laid down, and he sat by me. "Is it from the pies? We didnt even eat them all the way."

I curled up in a ball, and held my arms to my chest. "I don't know Mark, but fuck it hurts."

"Do you wanna lay in my bed or something? You might just need to rest."

I looked up at him and nodded. As I sat up, he grabbed my arms to keep me steady. As soon as my back hit the bed, I immediately rolled onto my side, curling up into a ball again. I grabbed Mark's arm, and held it to my chest.

"Ethan i-" Mark said, looking down at his arm.

"Stay." I mumbled.

"I- okay. Okay."

I opened my eyes as I felt the bed dip beside me. Mark was facing me, his arm still held in mine. I closed my eyes once he closed his, and I quickly fell asleep.