Jack's POV

My heart started beating faster when I saw Mark's car flip, the deafening sound of the crash made me feel like everything was going slow motion. I felt like everything just fell down. Everything.

I felt my legs start to go weak, desperate to keep myself up, I kept running. I ran to the vehicle. I ran to Mark.

Oh god.

The moment I saw him, I felt the stir in my stomach. The type of feeling you have when you're about to vomit. It took all I could to choke it down.

"Mark..." My eyes filled with tears, I knelt down to look at him. Blood was puddling around his head, coming out of his mouth slowly as well.

I heard the sirens ringing through my ears, but that didn't do anything for me. I didn't move. I wanted to try and get Mark out of the car, but i was scared to move him.

The paramedics came, one of them pulled me back, but I fought. I fought against them. I needed to be by Mark.

I saw him get put into the ambulance, the doors close and the sirens were sounded as the vehicle drove off towards the hospital. Quickly, I ran. The adrenaline in me kept me going. Nothing. Nothing stopped me.

I was seeing tunnel vision, everything around me was blurry all except what was ahead of me. All except my destination.

Tears fled from my eyes, rolling down my cheeks.

God please let him be okay.

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The moment I finally reached the hospital, I felt as if  I was hit by a car myself. I was breathing heavily from the long distance running, but I was here. I was at the hospital. I was where Mark was. I flung through the hospital doors, unable to catch my breath.

"I-I, Mark.. Mark.Fischbach.. He should've just gotten here not to long ago.." I felt like I could barely talk, my voice was raspy, but I'm glad that the words were still there.

"Relationship?"

"Uh..I'm his..boyfriend. "

The receptionist was typing and looking on her computer, before finally looking back up at me. The pity, and sorrow in her eyes gave me the opposite of hope that Mark was okay.

"He's in the ICU right now, sir. I don't have much reports of him at the moment, but I promise to let you know alright?" She said to me, and I nodded, feeling a sob threatening to escape. I turned on the heel of my foot to go sit down, and the moment I sat down my head met my hands and the tears fell even harder. I couldn't convince myself that he was going to be okay, I could only convince myself that he was going to die, that he was going to leave me in this world alone.

We just got together, but I feel like he's my everything, he's my.. 'Always'. Fuck, Mark. Please be okay.

Only a half hour passed, and I hadn't gotten any news, at this time I felt sick. I was hoping that he would be in a stable condition. Surly the car accident wasn't that bad! Was the impact that bad?

He was in a bad condition.

He's never going to make it.

You saw all that blood.

You saw all that glass.

With all that glass it could've hit an artery easily.

All these thoughts eased into my head, convincing me even more that Mark indeed would not make it.

My chest begun to hurt, and I couldn't breath. I begun choking, trying to contain myself but nothing seemed to work. I couldn't control the panic that I was feeling, I was going to lose Mark. The only light the I've had in a long time. I'm gonna lose him, he's gone. I'm gonna lose him, no. This can't be happening. I can't lose him, I can't lose Mark.

"Help-" I cried, faintly, my hands over my ears. What's going on? Why can't I hear anything? Everything is spinning.

I hear people talking, and it feels like a whole but probably only a minute or two before people in white clothes are taking me quickly into a room and lying me on a bed, sticking me with a needle.

I scream, freaking out only more, what did they just do to me?! "I need Mark! " I cried out, but seconds after that I felt my body start to get heavy, and soon I was knocked out.

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My eyes fluttered open, and it took a second for me to remember I was at the hospital. I sat up quickly, taking a deep, and harsh breath.

"Oh, you're awake," someone in my room said. I looked over, and it was a doctor, presumingly. Considering he was dressed in all white, and had a stethoscope around his neck.

"Why am I here? Why am I in a bed? I'm supposed to be seeing my boyfriend!" I said, frantically. How long was I asleep?

"You had a panic attack, it seems you've calmed down though which is fortunate. We need to discuss something," he stood up, "You can follow me now. You have to be careful though."

Slowly, I stood up. My chest still hurt, and I felt a bit wobbly. I had a feeling though that this was important.

He opened the curtain, walking out of the little room and walked out with me following.

"You came here to see Mark Fischbach, correct?" He said, walking quickly. I followed him, quickening my pace to walk beside him.

"Y-Yes... Is he okay?" I asked, fearing the answer. For that split second as I waited, everything froze.

"I'm afraid not, son. You're able to see him," he slowed his pace, my eyes widening. I can see him! Great, so he's gonna live! Thank god, I couldn't stop the small smile apparent on my face, "This is not good news," my face fell immediately, "This.. will more than likely be your last time to see him. He's responsive to us, but his condition is something that he can't help with. You see, the wreck was incredibly damaging to his body. He's lucky to be alive right now," He said.

My chest begun to hurt again, I had to blink the tears away to keep from crying again. "Oh god.." I whispered.

"You can see him now, if you'd like. But don't stress him out too much, it'll hurt him too bad," his voice was stern and serious.

"Yes please.." A small whimper came through my lips as he nodded, and begun walking fast again. I was walking behind him for awhile, following him towards my current boyfriend.

My chest only begun to hurt more, I was going to lose Mark, and there was nothing I could do about it. The walk was dreadful when I came to this realization, but when we finally stopped in front of a door I could help but be glad I could see him one last time.

The doctor open the door for me, and I whispered a 'thank you' before he closed the door behind me.

My eyes instantly started watering when I saw the sight in front of me, his body was bandaged, and he was hooked up to plenty of wires with an oxygen masks over his mouth and nose. His heart monitor beeped steadily.

"Mark..." I whispered, walking slowly towards the bed, his eyes opened slowly, and through the clear mask I could see the smile. He slightly lifted his hand up to just barely wave at me.

Oh Mark...

I walked all the way up to the bed, looking down at his face. I couldn't stop the few tears that left my eyes. "Mark... I- I'm so glad to see you're alive," I knew I had to be careful of what I said. I knew I couldn't stress him out too much for all I know that could lower the time I have left with him.

He moved his arm slowly, reaching to his face and removed the oxygen mask, lowering it down for him to talk I'm guessing.

"I hate that thing," he said, his voice rough. Hearing his voice just triggered something in my mind, and more tears threatened to spill, but I couldn't cry. Not as much as I was about to. It would stress him out to much, "Hey, Jack.. Don't cry.." His voice was quiet, and I closed my eyes and bowed my head. Fuck, I don't know what to say, "Here, sit by me."

"C-can I?" I asked, looking back at him. He smiled lightly at me, and slowly scooted over. Wincing. "Mark ,Mark, sweetie, please don't move, you'll hurt yourself even more. "

"Lie down with me," He said, basically ignoring what I said about the movie. I sighed softly, and nodded. Sitting down and lying beside him. This was going to be my last time next to me. He moved his hand, and reached for mine, holding it lightly in his. Each movement, and each word he said just made me ache with more sadness than before.

"I-I was told this is my last time with you, Mark.." I whispered, chewing my lip. Praying to myself that maybe they were wrong. His smile faltered, and I knew for sure they were indeed not wrong.

"Don't talk about that, darling. Let's just spend this time together happily," he said, and I nodded, a few more tears escaping my eyes. I leaned forwards, carefully pressing a kiss to his forehead, "I'm so glad you're going to be here," he said, and it took my mind to comprehend what he meant.

He's glad I'm going to be here to be the last thing he sees.

It broke my heart even more. I felt the sudden urge to just kiss him constantly. I just want to do nothing but to hold him in my arms, and kiss him, letting him know he wasn't going to die. That he was going to get better.

I had a feeling in my gut thought that he was not going to get better, and that made me was to cry even more.

I wanted to do nothing but cry, but with this being my last visit with Mark, and it needed to be special for the both of us.

I looked at him, and made myself smile. I was looking at my boyfriend who right now was alive, I had to someway look at the bright side and there it was. He was alive right now holding my hand.

"I love you smile," he says, smiling again. This time it looked like a painful smile.

We stared at each other in silence, and that's how the most of the night went. We talked about my future, and what I might be. What I'll do in general after he's gone.

It was getting late, and I decided that I would stay this night with him. He had out the oxygen mask on him after telling me, "Keep talking to me, it's just.." He heaved, "Getting a bit difficult to breathe right now. "

"Mark," I started, getting a little closer to him, "You helped me through so much, you were my light, and you- you just," the tears started building up again, "You helped me so so much through so much shit. You gave me hope. You gave me a reason to live, and I promise you, I promise I'll keep living. I'll live for you, Mark because I know that's what you want. You were, what we made a reference to awhile ago, my always, I love you.."

He looked at me, and I could tell by the way of his eyes he was smiling a smile of happiness, "I-Is there anyways I can kiss and hold you right now without hurting you?" I asked, it might be the last moments with him.

He took his mask off again, "You can kiss me," and then I leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips only for a second knowing he was having an issue breathing therefore he needed the mask, "oh and Jack, I wanted to tell you that I love you too so... So much. " he said, putting his mask on, and I stared at him. I moved closer to him. His fingers intertwined with mind, and slowly he put my head on his shoulder with ease. I listened to his reaction to make sure that he wasn't in too much pain, and he didn't show much reaction.

"I love you so fucking much Mark..." I whispered, and we both closed our eyes, but unfortunately I was unable to fall asleep.

Worried of what might be the fate of Mark.

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A/N : I UPDATED. I AM ALIVE. I KNOW I CANT BELIEVE IT EITHER.  But hey! Let me know in the comments what you think, do you think Mark is going to live through this? Or do you think he's going to face death?
Love you guys
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Jake