((Hello guys, Alright so many of you got mad at me for the last cliff hanger, and I'm sorry XD I just love cliff hangers! Anyway, after this chapter there will only be one more, and I'm sad to see this one end, but like everything it has to. This will for sure not be my last fanfiction, so expect many more, especially more septiplier because I am a hopeless fangirl. Anyway, enjoy! :D ))

Marks eyes slowly open, the first thing he see's is a bright light, forcing him to squint. He groans as his eyes slowly adjust and finds himself in what seems to be a hospital, evident by the white room and medical supplies all around the room, including and IV hooked up to his arm.

The red haired man slowly sits up with a small groan, as he sits up he feels pain in his chest and looks down, he was shirtless, a white bandage wrapped around his torso and slightly stained with blood.

He shakes his head as the memories come back before finally looking around the room. His eyes finally landing on a figure, asleep in one of the chairs against the wall. Mark smiles as he recognizes it as Jack.

Jack's chest rose slowly, his closed eyes seeming red and puffy, as though he had been crying, his green hair was a mess, as it always seemed to be. Mark stays quiet not wanting to wake the man and inspects the rest of himself. Aside from the bandage across his torso, he had a bandage around his hand as well, which also soaked through slightly, staining it red.

He tries to flex his hand only to wince and leave it limp. Besides those two wounds he seemed mostly fine, though a bit lightheaded, most likely caused by the amount of blood lost.

He reaches up with his good hand and feels the back of his head, a small lump seemed to have formed, though he didn't remember hitting his head. He sighs quielty and drops his hand. His eyes felt heavy, and he considered going back to sleep, but a part of him didn't want to.

"You're up."

A quiet female voice says startling Mark from his own thoughts and making him jump. Mark looks over quickly seeing who he assumed to be a nurse in the doorway. He hadn't heard her open the door.

"Sorry Mr. Fischbach, I didn't mean to startle you."

She apologizes softly with a sweet smile, her voice kept quiet, as she tried to not wake the green haired man up. Mark shakes his head and looks at her curiously.

"No worries.... What happened..."

Mark asks quietly, wanting to make sure he hadn't missed anything, and that all his memories were intact. She walks forward saying nothing at first and checking the IV which was connected to his arm before finally looking up, her light green eyes looking into Mark's brown ones gently.

"Well, i'm sure you remember. But you got shot..."

She sighs softly, her voice slightly worried as her eyes go down to his bandages stained with blood.

"Let me change those."

She says walking to a drawer and taking out a fresh roll of bandages along with a rag and some alcohol to clean the wound. Mark nods and sits up as she begins unwrapping the bandages around his chest first.

"Right... What happened after that..."

Mark questions, wincing slightly as the bandages are fully pulled off and the cold air hits his wounded chest. Mark looks down at the wound, seeing a couple stitches that would leave a noticable scar for sure.

"Well..."

The nurse begins pouring some alcohol onto the rag and beginning to clean the bloody stitches. Mark hisses quietly in pain, but stays still, letting her do her job.

"Your friend over there,"

She continues gesturing over to the sleeping Jack with her head.

"Drove you here... He didn't have a phone near him so he dragged you to the car and drove you here... You're lucky to be alive Mr. Fischbach."

She finishes, finally rewrapping his chest and moving on to his hand, beginning the same process. Mark nods slightly, realizing the bump on his head must've been from being dragged to the car.

"Please just call me Mark."

He mumbles quietly, never really being a fan of the formalities. The nurse smiles slightly as she finishes with his hand, much quicker than with his chest.

"Alright, Mark. I'm Kelsey by the way."

She introduces herself gathering up the dirtied bandages and tossing them into the nearest waste basket.

"Nice to meet you Kelsey."

He replies with a small smile. She nods and stands up dusting herself off before looking at Mark, who was clearly on the verge of passing out again.

"You should try to get some more sleep Mark... You've been through a lot."

She advises walking to the door once again. He smiles slightly and nods laying down once again. As the nurse, Kelsey, walks out of the room Mark turns his head glancing at the green haired man once again. Watching his chest rise and fall with each steady breath.

He wondered to himself how worried Jack was, if he was scared for Mark's life. He notices Jack's red puffy eyes once again, and sighs at the thought of Jack crying, especially over Mark. With these thoughts lingering, he finally falls asleep, no longer able to keep his eyes open.

Mark wakes up again feeling much more rested. It seemed only a few hours had passed as daylight still shone through the nearby window. Mark sits up once again and stretches slightly, not being able to move much on account of his chest.

He rubs his eyes with his good hand before finally looking over. Jack was no longer there which worried Mark slightly. Had he run off? Had he left Mark, was he going to see him again?

Mark's worries cease when the door opens and in walks the Irish man. He carried a bag of chips, from whatever vending machine he had managed to find. He closes the door and finally turns around.

His blue eyes widen at the sight of Mark up, and seem to even tear a bit. The chips drop from his hands as he rushes forward. He leans over the bed and quickly wraps Mark in a hug before the man can react, being careful for his wounds.

After a minute or so Jack pulls away and glares a bit before punching Mark in the arm, a bit playfully but also a hint of anger to it. Mark watches him confused.

"Don't scare me like that you bastard! I thought you were going to die!"

Jack growls at the man, though it was clear he was happy Mark was safe. The red haired man smiles, his brown eyes relieved to see Jack was mostly ok.

"Well I would have if it wasn't for you."

Mark laughs quietly before his eyes travel down to Jack's hand. Jack's hand was wrapped in some type of splint and he avoided moving it as Mark could tell. The half Korean man reaches over grabbing the injured hand gently and examining it.

"Are you alright?"

Mark asks worriedly. Jack scoffs quietly shaking his head, but doesn't pull his hand away.

"I'm fine, its just a sprain. I'm the one who should be worrying about you... you got shot!"

Jack remarks with a slight smile on his face, slightly flustered at the fact Mark was more worried about a small sprain rather than his own injuries. Mark chuckles quietly at that and lets go of the man's hand.

"I know, but i'm fine.... I just can't believe my boss.... god I can't trust anyone anymore..."

Mark mumbles, his smile dropping as he does. Jack looks at him worriedly, the loss of his smile paining the man slightly. Jack looks around for a distraction before remembering the chips he dropped on the floor. He lights up a bit and walks over to grab them from the ground before pulling a chair forward and sitting next to the bed.

"Hey, you hungry?"

Jack asks with a smile once again, though his worry shone through. Mark looks over to him, the mention of food making his stomach growl.

"Actually yah, I'm starving.... How long was I out?"

Mark questions realizing he didn't know how long he'd been here. Jack struggles to open the chips with his sprained wrist but soon manages and holds the bag out for Mark who takes a handfull.

"Oh... Just about a week...."

Jack mumbles under his breath, taking a couple chips himself. Mark nearly spits out the chips in his mouth but forces himself to swallow before shooting a wide eyed look at the green haired man.

"I've been out for a week!?"

He quickly asks, his voice clearly shocked. Jack nods slightly, as though he didn't want to remember it.

"Yah... They didn't know if you were going to make it...."

He mumbles almost inaudibly, though Mark picks it up. Jack shakes his head soon, and lifts up his head smiling, though it looked as though he was about to cry.

"But, your awake, and doctors told me you seem like you'll be fine!"

Jack smiles, the happy tone back into his voice, as though it had never left. Mark nods, Jack's happiness slightly infectious as it brings a smile to his face.

"When do I get to go home?"

Mark curiously asks, tilting his head at the man. Jack shrugs and stands up.

"Let me ask someone."

He comments walking to the door. He opens it and walks out.

"Hey nurse!"

Jack yells down the hallway, at whatever nurse he had spotted. Mark laughs quietly at his forward attitude and paitently waits.

Soon the green haired man returns, his smile seeming to have grown.

"Well, the nurse told me you can return home in a couple days if you still show signs of getting better."

Jack happily says, nearly jumping up and down where he stood. Mark smiles at his happiness and nods.

"Sounds good. You know Sean... You don't need to stay here with me."

Mark mutters quietly, he wanted Jack to stay, however didn't want to force the man if he didn't want to himself.

"Of course i'm staying ya doof."

Jack chuckles sitting down in his chair by the bed once again.

"I don't plan on leaving your side."

The Irish man finishes, soon reaching forward with his good hand and grabbing Mark's non injured one, his cheeks slightly heated. Mark's cheeks redden ever so slightly as he nods, the happiness showing clearly through his eyes.

"thanks, Sean."