WARNING! FROM HERE ON THIS STORY MAY GET REALLY SAD! SO BE WARNED!

I pick myself up and drag myself out to the living room. I didn't bother telling Brad where I was going, let him find out on his own.

I grab my suitcase and pack a few things, then I head to the airport.

-Time skip-

"Okay, I'm on the plane... Now I need to relax..." I mumble to myself.

I take a deep breath and try to calm myself down.

But I couldn't, I couldn't bear the thought of Mark... Gone. Just like that. One second he's here, and then the other, he's just no longer breathing.

-Time skip-

I rush out of the airport and to the hotel, I book a room and then head up to my room.

I then call Mark's cell, hoping that his mom would pick up.

"Hello?"

"Hello? This is Jack."

"Oh my goodness! Jack! What a relief! Why'd you call?"

"I'm here in LA! I'm right next to the main hospital actually, is that where you are?!"

"Yes!"

"I'll be over in a second!"

I hang up and run as fast as I could out of the bundling, into the hospital.

"Oh great, I'm wearing a shirt sleeve..." I mumble.

I roll my eyes and walk up to the main desk.

"Hello sir! What can I do for you?" The lady asks with a smile.

"Could I please see Mark Fischbach?" I ask.

"Certainly! He's in room 23B." She says with a smile.

I'm not smiling... "Thank you." I try to smile.

I nervously walk through the rooms and try to find room 23B.

"14B... 17B... 21B... Where the heck is 23B?!" I ask, frustrated.

I look a round some more, turning around in one spot, when I finally find it.

"Here it is!" I smile, and sigh a sigh of relief.

I nervously walk up to the door, and hover my shaking hand over the door handle. I take a deep breath and turn the handle.

I slowly open the door and walk in. I gasp and quickly rush over to the bed.

"Jack! We're so glad that you're here!" His mother says, starting to tear up.

"I'm so glad that I could make it hear! How long has he been asleep?" I ask.

"About 7 hours..." She replies.

I start to tear up as a stare at Mark, out cold on the bed. Hooked up to all kinds of machines.

I notice something on his wrist, so I go over to it to investigate.

"Oh no..." I gasp.

"What is it?" His dad asks.

"H-his wrist... It's cut... Deep..." I reply, starting to cry, letting tears stream down my face.

"I'm so sorry..." His father says as he kneels down beside me.

I couldn't help it anymore, I burst out crying, right there and then. My head was leaning on Mark's wrist.

"We know how you feel. And we're so sorry." His mom says as she kneels down too.

I continue to cry, not caring about what was being said.

Then, the door clicked open. I sniff and lift my head up.

"Oh, is this the man that you said would be coming in here?" The doctor asked.

"Yes sir." His mom replies.

"H-hello... My name is Sean... I-it's nice to meet you..." I stutter, standing up. My face was red and wet in tears.

"Hello Sean, I'm doctor Scott." He says, holding out his hand.

We shake hands and I take another look at Mark.

I step away so that the doctor could come closer.

"Okay, Mr and Mrs Fischbach, we ran some tests and... He has a slim chance of survival." The doctor sighed.

I gasped, and of course broke out into another fit of tears, except harder this time.

His parents, brothers and sisters started to tear up as well.

"We're so sorry." The doctors apologizes.

Then, he left the room. Leaving me a crying mess and his parents probably with a lot of questions.

I broke down on the hospital floor, sobbing into my sweater.

I didn't want to lose him.