Request from Crybaby_Kari, Mark is comatose, Jack carry's on as if everything is okay. Thank you for all these requests! Its been so fun writing them and continue to leave ideas; Your support is truly amazing. Also, Im sorry for this one... its angsty.

Everything happened so quickly. One moment the clubs lights were flickering and Jack was dancing whilst Mark had a drink. The next, Mark was on the floor and panic arose, ambulance sirens heard in the distance. Jack kept nudging Mark, his breathing hitching.

"M-Mark stay with me, please." People crowed around Jack but soon scurried off like mice as the paramedics came in, putting Mark onto a gurney as they asked questions Jack couldn't answer.

The main one being, "What happened?"

Jack frantically explained the events leading up to them as he rushed out to the ambulance where Mark had an oxygen mask on and the green headed man had never felt more helpless in his life, watching as medics helped his breathing steady. He felt guilt rush over him, he should have never convinced Mark to go out that night if he hadn't this would of happened... His stomach turned.

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After what seemed like an eternity, they arrived at the hospital and Mark was dragged into a ward and tests began. Needle after needle stuck into his skin, samples of the crimson liquid running through his veins taking for tests, which the results would take a long time to come back. Jack sighed, sat in the uncomfortable mint chair as he saw his boyfriend wired and hooked up to all sorts. After maneuvering over various wires, Jack kissed the top of Marks head, running his hands through the red locks he adored. It was early morning and Jack headed home. If he stayed it'd drive him nuts seeing nurse after nurse poke and prod Mark and he'd feel even more guilty than he already did.

-

He didn't get much sleep last night, he looked over at the empty bed, Mark will be on his morning run and he'd be back soon. Jack dragged himself out of bed and to the kettle to make coffee. He knew it'd be a long day. His phone rang, scaring him slightly but he answered.

"Hello Mr. McLoughlin, it's Doctor Oden. It appears that your boyfriend's drink was spiked so much so that he's comatose. I'm sorry." After the line went dead, Jack shook his head.

He'd just continue as normal, it'd be okay. Mark was okay.

He was out for a run and Jack should be productive; So that's exactly what he did. You see, Mark and him were out celebrating the opening of there hotel. So Jack filled out paperwork and drowned himself in work.

People had text him during the day and it wasn't til late that he replied, they were all the same.

"Hows Mark? How are you?"

"Both fine." In Jacks head, that's how it was. He just pretended Mark was out some place, maybe he had gone on holiday for a bit, yeah that was it. As if carrying on as normal and burying his head in the sand was perfectly okay; Truth was, he didn't want to deal with all this.

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And so he simply didn't, He never went near the hospital and when people that came to stay at the hotel and asked where his partner was, he'd simply say he was on holiday visiting family. Jack could carry on this way until Mark was out of hospital. That was until his brother came over to bring some flowers and to check on the green headed man seeing as he hadn't seem him at the hospital since the incident happened. Thomas sat the flowers in a large glass vase next to the sink and turned to Jack. "You havent been to the hospital for awhile, Jack. Are you okay?" The Irishman shook his head, a weak laugh falling from his lips. "I dont need to go to hospital. Marks fine." Thomas sat down next to Jack, clearly concerned for the younger man.

"C'mon Jack, Mark is not fine. He's been in a coma for months now."

Had it really been months?

"No he hasnt. Hes visiting family." Jack said, as casual as day.

"Lets go for a drive." Thomas suggested and the man agreed, clearly oblivious to everything.

They drove in silence; Thomas to scared to say anything in case he sent Jack into oblivion. They arrived at the hospital and Jack questioned as to why they were there.

"I just need to pick up something." Thomas lied, he had to do what he needed. The delusional man followed Thomas, to a ward and suddenly he was standing in a room in which Mark lay, wired up to machines and clearly hadn't moved.

Time seemed to freeze for Jack and all he heard was Thomas' faint whisper of "I'm sorry." Jacks blood seemed to run cold and his heart snap in half. He fell to his knees and began to cry and sob and scream. He didn't care who heard.

Mark wasnt fine, and neither was he. Nurses dragged him off as he fought to see Mark, to do something anything. Alas, he couldnt. And now he was in a ward with bloodshot eyes and a sore stomach from crying so much. He felt sick.

Jack was having a breakdown and he knew it. Nothing was normal.

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Jack had god knows how many therapy sessions until he was "better." He was still broken but the cracks were less visible now. He was out of the hospital briefly, and grabbed some coffee in the real world which he felt like he hadn't seen the world in a long time. It wasnt until that he visited his empty apartment where there was no Mark that reality hit him again, like a truck. His first night was quiet and empty. He hated it but he couldn't bring himself to go to the hospital to see Mark. He couldn't stand saying him that way; all hooked up and barely breathing. The world seemed way to cruel sometimes. He looked over at his hotel that they built together from his window, were the sun shone slightly above the building. He knew the hotel had new owners and sighed. What monster did that to Mark? Who spiked his drink that night and why? 

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Things spiraled into hell and Jack couldn't cope with how things ended up so wrong.

Mark didn't come out of his coma, and they had to cut off his life support. That was the worst phone call of Jack's life; Hearing his mother barely say those words;

"He's gone." It sent shivers down his spine and tears down his face.

After the funeral Jack returned to his empty apartment, rain pouring outside which masked his tears on the way home at least the world was crying with him too. All he heard was Marks voice since then and he knew the red headed man wasnt there but his voice was so comforting and it sounded so real.

"I love you." It repeated over and over. Jack hugged his knees and cried. The voice, Marks voice didn't stop though, it kept telling him to join Mark, to end his life and join him. No matter how many times Jack told himself it wasnt' Mark because Mark was gone, it still felt real and in the end, that was what drove Jack over the edge.

A prisoner to his own head and now a prisoner in some asylum, locked away from the harsh, cruel world.