Ethan's POV

It didn't take long for the ambulance to get here, but it felt like an eternity of seeing the shattered glass and the blood pooling around me, not to mention the eye-watering smell of strong beer. All I could see as they rushed them both away was the look in Mark's eyes as he stood in front of me. It...it just wasn't normal for him, and Tyler! He tried to stop him but he ended up getting a bottle smashed over his head. We quickly got there and I called Kathryn letting her know what happened so she could call Amy. When I walked up to the receptionist she smiled and pointed me down a hallway.

"The tall one is down that way, Mr, Fischbach is still in with the doctor getting his stomach pumped." I nodded and nearly sprinted down the hallway and into Tyler's room.

To my delight, he was already awake and talking with one of the policemen that arrived on scene. I quickly walked up to him and gave him the biggest hug I could with my little arms. He patted my back and chuckled but I refused to let go fearing he would see me cry twice today. He sighed and just continued telling him what happened which made more questions pop into my head inadvertently causing more tears to fall. He eventually noticed his shirt getting wet and stopped talking playing off he was tired.

The cop got the memo and gave him his card, and left. Tyler waited a few seconds and wrapped his arms around me.

"Ethan it's ok, why are you crying? I'm fine, see? I'm okay!" I could hear his heart beat and calmed a little.

"What did the cop say?" I mumbled.

He paused and took a breath, "....What's up my cranky crew!" I groaned but the timing was too good so I let out a laugh.

He started laughing himself falling back on the bed causing me to go with him. I was nearly laying on top of him and we both looked at each other. He smiled and attacked my sides with his fingers causing me to shriek. I covered my mouth and started blushing and he looked at me wide-eyed, soon a nurse walked in and asked what was wrong. I just buried my face in his chest as he waved it off as it being an accident.

When we were alone we just started talking trying to get our minds off of what had happened. Eventually, I grew tired as it had nearly been about five hours since we got there at five thirty-ish. I was starting to fall asleep, still resting my head on his chest, when the nurse rushed in.

"You two are friends with a Mr, Fischbach right?" I blinked and sat up.

"Yeah, is he gonna be ok?" I asked quickly.

She looked down and sighed, "he lapsed into a coma." Tyler put his hands on his head and I looked down.

"There's no telling if it's permanent, it's up to him now." She looked at us "you two need to stay strong, you can go see him if you want." Tyler swung his legs off the bed so fast it nearly hit me.

We both followed the nurse into the ICU and into a white room. Mark sat there pale as a ghost, eyes sunk so far into his skull he looked like a skeleton. He looked peaceful. A slight smile played on his lips. I almost thought he was just asleep until I saw how slow he was breathing. I just stood there clinging onto Tyler fearing I would fall.

"Mark...why..."

Mark's POV

I felt nothing, a blissful serenity calms all my fears. I opened my eyes and saw all my happiest moments flash by on a huge screen. But it started taking a turn for the worst. My dad's death flashed, then Danny's, ending with my mom's. The blissful serenity turned into a nightmarish horror. A raspy voice filled my head.

"Hello, Mark." I turned away from the screen projecting my fears.

"It's been, so,  long." An ominous laugh echoed around me.

"Don't you know," I felt a warm breath on my neck "how to greet an old friend?" I turned my head slightly and saw two dark eyes staring at me. I jolted away and faced him.

"Well well well. Look at you! Finally dropped that red hair!" His tone changed to a much friendlier type but I didn't let my guard down.

"Why are you back, Dark." He chuckled.

"Oh Markimoo ~" he stepped forward and whispered in my ear "I never left ~" he licked it and I flinched back and rubbed my ear.

I went to yell but he was pacing around with his hand on his chin with his other arm supporting his elbow. "What did you do to get in such a pickle?" He looked at me with a straight face, one eyebrow cocked.

I closed my mouth and turned away from him. I heard footsteps approach me and a hand grabbed my arm. I shook it off angrily but it came back and spun me around. I was surprised at how serious his eyes were.

"What happened Mark?" What are you up to?

"Why do you care?" I hissed.

"I could care less if it were any other situation but you are in a coma, on your deathbed. What happens to you affects us." I looked away.

"Mom died" his mouth hung ajar and for once his smug look turns sad.

"Mark I-" I pushed his hand away and shook my head.

"Thanks why I'm here." He still wasn't getting it. "I drank myself here." He grinned.

"I knew you were always a weakling!" There it is.

He paced in front of me, his eyes closed.

"Well looks like we have time to catch up, so where do you want to start?"

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Welcome! Mr Darkiplier has finally made an appearance! Yesh!!! Anti is on his way!!!

Ike out BYE BYE!!!!