Jacks P.O.V.

Mark started shivering worse than he ever did, his body is shaking and he cannot stop it. His eyes fill themselves in the pure salty tears and his cheeks are soon coloured by the white drying water.

You hold his hand, stronger then you ever have. You try to hold on to him as best as you ever could. Your mind goes on thinking what the disease is...

Cancer? No Mark got himself checked recently. Is he in shock? No he is not loosing blood. Not from the outside, but maybe from the inside?!

Your brain shuts itself down and you are unable to think straight anymore. If Mark is bleeding from the inside there would be some symptoms.

You want to get your head out of the clouds and step back into reality. Mark had his pale skin covered in his shirt, he thought he just had it could.

You touch his forehead, a mother's trick to see if children have fever. The forehead from this child felt cold as ice.

He sweats like a man would do in a land from thousand of degrees. Something is not right. Still Mark opens his mouth to say something, his voice raspy as sandpaper but still so calming as classical music.

'Maybe we *cough* could walk to *coughs harder* Matthias?' after that sentence Mark almost coughs him to death. You are afraid that blood will come dripping over his lips.

'You! walking! No way mate we are going with a taxi,' you say thundery. You notice how Mark crouches to a small ball. Anxiety runs through his veins and he cringes.

'Please stop yelling,' he whispers for the second time. You forgot. You could kill yourself for that fault. You smile warmly, trying to comfort Mark.

'I am sorry,' you whisper while hugging him on the streets, right in the centre. Some people stare at you with one question in their mouths, too shy to ask: Are they gay?

Here is your answer, no their not.

Some other people stare at you in disgust, maybe afraid because you do not mind what other people think of you. You do not care about the "rules" that were made. Nothing can stop you.

'Jack, where are *coughs* we? I thought *coughs* that we were in *coughs* the street...'

You shut his mouth and tell him to keep silence. Confusion is painted over whole his face, like you would coat a wall. It is obviously that he does not know where you are talking about half the time.

His fast breath egos in your head, every time one of the symptoms from shock is in there you cringe.

With shivering hand you try to get your phone out of your pocket, you almost let it drop but you are quick enough to catch it in the last moment.

You unlock it, what takes two attempts, getting your finger to tap on the icon for calling someone you sigh. You make sure you have the right person and call.

You wait patiently for Matthias to pick up, he does. You sigh in relive but that vanishes soon enough.

'What happened Jack?!' you hear Matthias his voice kick out off the speakers. Maybe you got your phone a little bit too loud, right now you do not care.

Matthias knows something has happened; otherwise you would have never called him. Why does he know that so fast and you not?

'Mark is...' you search for the good word; you do not want Matthias scared to death. 'Ill. We are getting us a taxi and come to your house okay?' you ask a little shy. What if he says no?

He never would, he is Marks friend.

'Yea sure,' you hear that Matthias must be gasping at his phone right now. You did a bad job at not getting him scared.

Matthias gives you his address and asks when you are going to be there. You answer politely, hoping you could calm him down. It is just your high voice that does not calm him down. You never had a sexy or manly voice, yet you are able to comfort Matthias.

'I see you in a minute,' Matthias wants do end the phone call but you stop him with calling out his name in worry.

'Matthias!' you get a dry throat as he asks you what is wrong. You see how Mark still holds your hand. You could feel his pulse, fast but weak.

'I are sorry,' you confess and wait for Matthias to respond. You hear him sigh at the other line and at this moment you wanted nothing more than hug him.

You like hugging.

'It's okay,' he chuckles a little and so you know that he was not even angry for the reason you said sorry, the moment you so brutally ended the call.

'See you soon,' you smile and feel a little bit better.

'Yea, see you soon.'

You turn your phone on stand-by and hope it will not ring at this moment. Mark coughs once more but his pulse is getting stronger with the minute.

It was no shock.

You overreacted, once again and once more. You still squeeze Marks hand while helping him to the sidewalk. Mark shivers still but got himself almost there without your help.

As you follow him he cringes in pain before moaning after that.

'Stay with me buddy,' you whisper. You do not want to lose your friend. It already looks like you lost Y/N; that is way you -more than ever- want to keep Mark.

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Hey cornflakes! how was my new milk;) tolt ya it was not going to be acid.

did one of you already figured out what is happening, because i surely did not:)

hope you enjoy the book and love you beautiful cornflakes.

Stay BOSS!!!