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He waited and waited for Jackson to show up. He looked at the watch on his wrist, sighing softly. Maybe traffic was just bad. He didn't doubt that, traffic to work everyday was hell for him. So he patiently stood outside the store, looking around and smiling softly at people as they passed by or went into the store.

Mark gasped when he felt a sharp pain in his arm, the air being knocked out of his chest. He squatted down, catching his breath as he watched scratches and cuts appear on his skin. Another sharp pain came to his head, aching as he tried to stabilize himself.

"What the hell," he breathes out, running a hand through his hair. His eyes widen as he remembers the other rule that goes along with soulmates.

Not only does writing transfer to each other's skin, but so do wounds.

"Jackson," he mumbles, standing up while stumbling back into the store to find his phone. He grabs it and runs back outside, dialing his boyfriend's number as he watched blood run down his own arms, a little coming from his head.

"Jackson! Pick the hell up," He pants, listening as the phone went through the rings.

"H-Hello?" Says the other end, his breaths short and his voice shaky.

"What happened?!" Mark says, as the other end stays silent. Though he could still hear Jackson's breathing, and what sounded like paramedics in the background.

"Jackson, baby," Mark repeats. "Answer me, please."

"Mark," he says under his breath, "Love you."

"Jackson!" He yells into the phone, feeling lightheaded. Wounds did transfer, but they wouldn't be as bad to the soulmate as they would be on the person who actually got injured. He couldn't imagine how Jackson was feeling right now.

"Hello? Is this Mark?" He heard, in a voice that did not belong to Jackson. His heart was racing.

"Yes?" He says, biting his lip. "Where's Jackson? What happened!"  He could practically feel the worry coursing through his veins.

"It looks like he got into an accident," The man says, "Someone hit him. They directly hit his side of the car," The man sighs, "He passed out. I'm sorry. Is there any way you could come to the hospital?"

"Yeah, on my way," Mark says, running back into the store. The man hangs up, and Mark shoves his phone into his pocket frantically.

"Lunch is over," His boss says, scoffing. "Where do you think you're going?"

Mark looks at him, his eyes welled with tears. "My boyfriend just got into a really bad wreck. I'm going to the hospital." He says, grabbing his things. "Fuck off if you think I'm staying." He walks out to his car, driving as fast as he legally could to the hospital.

He parked his car, running into the hospital. His injuries were still bleeding somewhat, but he didn't seem to care. He walked up to the woman at the front desk, panting.

"I'm here to see Jackson Wang," he says, his eyes lined with tears.

"Right this way," she says, leading him down to a room. He slowly catches his breath, walking into the room slowly.

A doctor was tending to Jackson, though he was passed out. He had bandages around his head, arms, and chest, his breathing slow.

Mark felt himself burst into tears. He crouched down by Jackson's bed, holding his cold hand. The doctor looks at him, trying to give a comforting smile.

"You must be Mark," he says, as Mark nods. "I'm sorry this happened to your boyfriend. Just know it wasn't his fault," He says, "Someone crashed into him." Mark nods again, not having the strength to say anything.

"He had a lot of damage to his head," He says, "It hit the steering wheel hard before the airbag popped up. We're waiting for the tests to come back to see about brain damage." He says, flipping through papers. "Ah, let me take care of your injuries. You pretty much just got the less damaged version of what he has." Mark nods, walking over to him and letting him bandage his wounds.

About fifteen minutes later, Jackson starts to stir in bed. Mark walks to him, hopeful.

"Jacksonie," he says, sniffing. "Please wake up."

Jackson's eyes open slightly, darting from the doctor to Mark.

"Jackson!" Mark says, crying softly and holding his hand. "I'm so glad you're okay, thank god you're okay!" He grips his hand, as Jackson just looks at him.

"I love you so much, please don't scare me like that ever again," Mark says, kissing his hand softly.

Jackson just continues to stare.

"It's okay if you don't say anything... I'm just glad you're awake..." Mark says, smiling up at him.

Jackson purses his bruised lip, looking at him.

"Who are you?"

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a/n: IM SO SORRY

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