Trigger warning: Cutting mentioned

(Mark's P.O.V.)

I have been waiting in the waiting room for three hours and I'm really starting to get worried. I have heard no news on Jack yet and it's incredibly worrying. I mean, I'm sure he's fine... Right? But then again, he did pass out before the doctors came... Was that from blood loss or what? Oh my god, my worries aren't subsiding anytime soon. Then Dr. Selvig walks out. I stand up and walk over to him immediately. The doctor smiles.

"Jack will be fine. He'll have to stay here for a night due to blood loss but afterwards he should be ready to go. Last I checked he was still asleep but you can go in and see him at any point." He says. I sigh of relief.

"Thank you." I say quietly, walking forwards into the hallway. However, before I get far, Dr. Selvig stops me. His smile is gone and instead replaced with a concerned frown.

"Mark, Jack has been through a lot. Don't be to hard on him." He says. I frown.

"What do you mean?" I ask. Dr. Selvig doesn't say anymore but instead lets me continue on. My worry for Jack overpowers my curiosity of Dr. Selvig's sentence, so I continue down the hallway. I turn to Jack's room and I walk in with a small smile. I sigh, looking at Jack who is indeed asleep. He wears a hospital gown now and looks completely at peace. His forehead and arm are stitched up, I'm assuming his leg is too. He has a cast on his broken hand and an ice pack bracelet around his burnt wrist.

I sit down next to him and I look around, quickly finding a sharpie on one of the desks in the room. I take it and uncap it, starting to draw on his cast. In a couple minutes there's a picture of Tiny Box Tim with SepticEye Sam on top of him on Jack's cast, a common picture I've seen on the internet for Septiplier. I sign my name next to it, adding my signature mustache to the M. I cap the sharpie and I put it back on the desk, sighing.

"He looks like hell." Dark says. I scowl.

"All thanks to you." I say back with a bitter tone. Dark sighs but leaves it at that. Mainly because Jack groans, moving his head a bit. I smile.

"Jack?" I ask softly. He opens his eyes and looks at me, staring for a second before smiling.

"Mark." He says. I nod.

"I drew something on your cast." I say. Jack turns his arm around and looks at the picture, laughing a bit.

"Thank you." He says, looking back at me. I nod.

"How are you?" I ask, tilting my head to the side a bit. He sighs, smiling still.

"Okay. Weak and I ache but okay." He says. I nod. He then lifts his good arm and runs his hand through his hair. "Still feel like crap though." He laughs. But I don't reply. Instead I just stare wide eyed at Jack's arm... Which is covered in cuts. And not the cuts from two months ago, no these are from... A week ago? A little more maybe? Jack follows my gaze and gasps, dropping his arm.

"Jack..." I say softly. What happened a week ago? Wait... Oh no. That was when Jack thought I cheated... "You said you didn't..." I say, tears forming. Jack bites his lip, trying to not to cry though tears form and fall quickly. I shake my head, closing my eyes. "You said you didn't." I repeat myself. I can't believe he cut again, and it was because of me too. Oh my god...

"I'm sorry." Jack says, choking on his words. He finally stops trying to hold back his tears, which breaks my heart even more. "I h-hurt, and I w-wanted it to-o go away. I didn't wa-ant to make you upset a-and make you l-leave." He cries, absolutely broken.

I shake my head a bit, standing up which makes him absolutely hysterical. I smile a bit, which seems to calm him a small bit. I move him over on the hospital bed, climbing in next to him. I drape my arm over his chest, careful not to put any pressure on his wounds. I take one of his arms carefully, kissing one of the cuts.

"I'm not going anywhere." I say with a small smile. Jack turns towards me, grabbing onto my shirt and crying into my chest. I just hug him, silent, for I dare not say anything. In only a minute or so Jack's quiet again, a few tears still falling but not nearly as many.

"Jack I'm not mad..." I say softly, which makes him pull away and look at me. I continue with a sad smile. "I'm just scared I'm going to lose you. If you keep this up... Well there may not be anyone to help you and that terrifies me. It scares me so much, the thought of losing you. That's why I want you to stop cutting, that's why I want you to know that I will never do anything to you. And, even if I do, I want to know that you won't do anything like this which would make me regret my decisions even more." I say. Jack is just frozen for a second before nodding.

"I didn't want too... I knew you wouldn't want me too... But I was just hurting and I just wanted it to go away..." He says softly. I nod, hugging him again.

"I know, I know you did. Just please... Please don't cut anymore, no matter what happens. Please promise me that, and mean it and stick to it. Please." I'm practically begging but I don't know what else to do at this point. Jack hesitates.

"I want to say I won't... But I said that last time and I did... I don't want to break my promise again..." He says softly, sadly. I nod, understanding. I know how I feel when I break a promise. I feel like I shouldn't make that promise again. Like I'll just fail again. I bet that's how he feels right now.

"We'll work on it. I can help you, you can help you. We can make sure you don't cut again. Okay?" I say. Jack nods in response.

"Okay." He says softly then, managing a small smile. Then we just lie there hugging in silence.

A/N: Hey guys... So, sorry for the lack of updating on this chapter. And the lack of ANY writing on my profile. Schoo's been... Interesting and I've been thinking a lot, most of it putting me in kind of a down mood (damn you teenage hormones). It's made it kind of hard to write, so I haven't made much progress on this story, let alone any of my others. So I hope you guys can understand and enjoy the seemingly one-per-month chapters you're gonna get =). See you later guys.