also I'm typing this on my laptop and I don't know how to get BOLD or italics, or anything actually. 

Hello. It's been a while. My name is Spirit, and I'm a selfish person who enjoys isolation. My phone is what I use for Wattpad, but my phone won't let me go to any other story I created unless I wanted to wait 5 hours. I'm patient, but not that Patient. 

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Adam sat on the bed, staring at Mark who kept yapping about medical conditions and such. It literally was so boring he could die. Mark walked back and forth, reading the medications and such on a red sheet of paper. Something about loosing his paper, and he only had construction paper. But Adam wasn't listening. Suddenly Mark tripped over nothing, and his face slammed into the wall. Adam immediately was woken up from his daze as soon as he saw blood slowly escape Mark's nose. 

Adam fell backwards laughing. 

"GOD DAMNIT, NURSE! NURSE, GET YOUR BUTT OVER HERE!" Mark began to have a fit on the floor. His fist was shaking in the air.

"M-Mark-" Adam gasped for air.

"IT'S DOCTOR MARKIPLIER?!" Mark seemed unsure of himself. He sat up. "When the hell did I become a doctor?" He rubbed his chin in thought. The nurse came running in, then helped him up. As she had her arms wrapped around Mark's waist to support him, she said: "Since you got your medical masters de-"

"SHUT UP NURSE!" Mark boomed, causing the nurse to drop him out of surprise. 

Adam facepalmed. He helped the nurse, before watching her scurry off in fright. "Why are you so mean to her?" He asked, scratching her head. 

"She reminds me of a squirrel." Mark rubbed his chin, his glasses glaring at the sudden light produced by the lamp in the corner. "Plus it's all fun and games." Mark chuckled.  

Adam looked at Mark and sighed. "Hey, Marky, about the conditions-"

"AH YES!" Mark jumped onto his feet and happily grasped Adam's shoulders. "Ty is expected to wake up in a mere 4 weeks!"

Adam groaned. 

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351 words, I got this. <3 bai