When they finally called me in to see him 2 painstaking hours later, I found Mark in a different room this time. Wires, cords, and machines of all types were hooked up to him. I put my hands over my mouth and gasped lightly. His eyes were shut but his chest was rising and falling

Slowly.

"Mark?" I asked, my words shaking. I stood over him next to the hospital bed. I grabbed his free hand and squeezed it. "Mark, please answer me."

Soonly, a doctor showed up with a clipboards. Jesus, I hate doctors. I thought. Especially after all I have been through. He was tall and a little toned. "(Y/n), he's in a first stage coma."

I asked him what that was and he explained it to me.

I just made up first stage coma cuz that's the first thing that came into my head.

I tried to hold back tears and stay strong but I couldn't help myself.
"He's in a very unstable condition..."

"NO!" I yelped, still crying. "Don't say that. Not now. Not ever. He will make it through this. I know this."
With my hand still in his, I looked at him. "Mark. Please..." I sniffed. The doctor gave a slight cough for my attention. I turned around to face him to see a worried look on his face. "I'm sorry, (y/n)." Was all he said. My heart dropped and shattered as it hit the pit of my stomach.

I shook my head not wanting to believe it. "No." I whispered. The machines were still beeping notifying he was still alive. I tried explaining that to the doctor but he just refused and told me he wouldn't last.

But...but Mark is strong. He would never give up.

I reached for his hand again and took a deep breath.

"Mark. I'm begging you," I said through tears. "I need you here with me." I didn't care who was in the room
I didn't care who would judge me
I didn't care...

"We have to take him back to the-" I stopped the doctors words by looking at him. He halted his sentence while I gripped Mark's hand even more tightly. His blue hair faded just like his skin. He looked so.....

Gone.

I took a deep breath as I looked at his innocent face.

"I can't imagine waking up knowing that I'll never see you again. Mark...the truth is... I love you. I always have. From the first moment we shook hands to the moment we slapped each other's knees,"

I felt the weird looks of the doctor behind me but I kept going.

"Mark, if I would've never agreed to go to Matthias house, I would've never met you the way I did. So please, Mark."

A tear streamed down my face as it dropped and splashed on Mark's hospital gown.

"Please don't go."

Silence.

That's all there was.

Just pure

Dark

Hatred

Silence.

I felt like I was going to fall on the floor when my knees went weak. But something prevented me from doing that.

A squeeze...

In my hand.

I looked at Mark in joy and I found his beautiful brown eyes squinting at me. "I love you too, (y/n)." He said with a tiny grin and his voice all scratchy.