Jacks P.O.V.

You slowly make your way back to the fans, they did not even know you where gone. All of them where looking at something. At Mark.

You may be not the tallest person but you are taller than all the girls and watch your friend going loose on the dance floor.

You expected much from him, just not that. He was dancing like a professional, giving the girls something to gasp at, including you.

Their appeared a stubborn feeling that hided in the back of all the other misgivings. The feeling warns you that something is going to happen; something bad is going to happen.

You do not want to appear arrogant; it only seems that your Sherlock Holmes instinct triggered you to stop it all.

You shut yourself out from thoughts and feelings while watching your friend dance. Bit by bit the girls started to dance with and even Maggie decided to have some fun.

You cannot stop then now, you should have done it before.

Randomly Mark stops dancing and you notice his pale white skin, his dull eyes, his open mouth and his way of moving that you could describe as woozy and loopy.

The girls do not stop dancing and continue without him. He makes his way toward you, almost dragging himself to his fictional finish.

The last few steps are too much to swallow and he falls forward, straight into your arms. You look at him with gaping eyes, your shivering hands help Mark to get up and you hug him tight.

You shake over all your body, normally Mark would have petted your back or said calming words but he was quit and did not even move an inch.

As you hug him tighter you wrap your arm around his waist so he can stand while leaning on you.

'Mark, what is happening?' you whisper concerned. Your voice filled itself with worried tones and concerned undertones.

Mark starts to shiver and you hug him again, protecting him from the world and the people on it. You make yourself big like a rooster would but hold in your morning call.

'I don't feel well,' your friend alarms you before closing his eyes. You push his body gently so he feels triggered to open them once more.

'Mark, open ya eyes! Mark? Mate!' you first whisper, at the end of your panhandle and end it with a thundery bag for help. He opens his mouth just to close it soon after.

The music is too hard and the girls did not hear you asking for help.

'If ya die on me I swear I will kill ya,' you say toward no one. Your best friend smiles lightly and you sigh in relieve. He moved, that is a good sign right?

You think it is best to go home, where Mark lives. You want to get out of here without telling anybody, only that would come over as "rude" and you are an Irish gentleman.

You raise your voice, still holding Mark tight.

'Girls! GIRLS!' you get the attention from at least ten girls and you blush lightly but continue however.

'Mark is ill, we are going back! Have a nice day and I will see all you duded in my next vacation!' you yell like you do your outro.

You did not mention the place where you are bringing Mark or what he has. One of them you cannot even answer, the other one you hold back because otherwise the girls would escorted you back home and Mark needs his rest.

'Please stop yelling,' Marks raspy voice bags you to stop. He said it so silently that only you heard it.

The fans mostly sigh or ask what Mark has, but soon enough they vanish like sugar in the rain.

You wave them goodbye and fake some goofy smiles, while you are feeling horrible because of Mark. He knows that and fakes that it is not even so bad, his illness.

Liars! But I guess they all are, aren't they?

After the girls made their way down the block Mark starts to pant without any reason. You squeeze his hand, trying to help him mentally.

Once he finished panting he starts to shiver and shake all over his body but there is no way you can stop that.

You ask again what happened, the one question you cannot get out your head.

It takes a few seconds before Mark finds himself able to answer. Once he does, he has a deeper voice than normal.

'I've no idea,' Is the only thing he says to comfort you. You are feeling worse within the minute and make sure you do not let Mark know.

If he would know how much you are worrying he would try to fix you up, whatever the costs may be.

You shake your tired head and look down at him, causing pity to take over.

On one way or the other, what Mark as right now let you think about Y/N but it is impossible that it is the same illness. She said it herself.

Everything Is going to be alright.

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