Marks POV

I decided to stay with (y/n) until she fell asleep. I didn't want anything bad to happen to her since she had a head injury. "Mark," she said quietly. I put all my attention to her as she spoke with her eyes still closed. "I'm gonna have to go to a hospital. You know that, right?" Her words were slurred from exhaustion. I nodded but realized she couldn't see me. "Yeah....yeah I know." I answered. Eerie silence filled the room. "Mark," she said again, this time yawning. "Thank you for everything. I was so scared of what Zachary would've done to me. Thank you for saving me." And with that her breathing slowed down and she relaxed in bed. I faintly smiled as she fell asleep. She looked so peaceful. I stood up from a stool I brought in earlier and turned off the lamp on the nightstand next to (y/n) sleeping body. Walking out if the room seemed like a challenge as I rubbed my tired neck and shoulders. My eyes lightened up as I spotted the comfortable guest bed. Next thing I know I was passed out on the warm covers not bothering to put on a shirt.

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Your POV
My body was relaxed. It felt like nothing could stop me from sleeping

Damn, I was wrong.

Thud!
I awoke with a jerk and forgot completely about my wound. And hell did it hurt. After the pain went away. I slowly got out of the bed and started to investigate the reason why something fell. My feet touched the cold floor with every creak. My heart raced as I found myself in a dark hallway. I spotted something small at the end of it. My head pounded as I hoped it wasn't a monster. "H-hello?" And that's when that something charged. I couldn't run because I was frozen in place. It got closer and closer until it was on top of me. It was warm, median sized and...furry!? It was a dog. A golden retriever! OH I LOVE GOLDEN RETRIEVERS!!! I guess Mark has a dog. I looked at the collar.
"Chica..." I read as the dogs tail wagged. Aww that's so cute. Chica had no regrets and started to lick my face. I quietly laughed as I gently pushed her aside. I struggled to get up but managed to do it. I assumed that Chica knocked something over so I turned around to go back to bed. But the next thing I heard was...strange.
"(Y/n)." I heard a voice say. It was Mark. I know what his voice sounds like. I spun back around following the sound. I thought this was all a dream but I was wrong. "(Y/n)..."he repeated. "What, Mark?" I whispered. But he didn't answer my question. "Oh...f-fuck." I stopped in my tracks. What the heck? I was around the corner of the guest bed where Mark was sleeping. Did he fall? I thought. Was that the thud I heard? Was that why he had a reason to call for me? I wanted to believe that was the reason why he was calling my name, but when I turned the corner I saw Mark in bed. He didn't fall. Nothing was out of place. He was just laying there asleep. Wait.......Oh god.
I continued to listen, thinking I was just being full of myself. He wasn't...you know..."calling my name", was he?
"(Y/n). Oh...." He moaned.

ALRIGHT! IM DONE!!

I quickly trotted my way back to the bed I was sleeping in. My heart pounded in my throat every time I thought more about it.
But my lips also turned upward a bit.

I need Jesus. I thought as I fell back to sleep with my smug and nervous grin.