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Kunpimook couldn't barely handle everything stirring through his head right now. After calling an ambulance and riding down to the hospital with Jackson, he sat in the waiting room, cold. Cold, angry, and uncomfortable. Mark wouldn't answer the phone, and he was furious with him. He felt so angry that Mark has left Jackson when he needed him the most. When he was the most vulnerable. 

He couldn't get over how much he hated the feeling of hospitals, either. The coldness of it all. The dreariness or it all. Everyone here was either just born, sick, or close to death; along with the somber friends and relatives who came to see said people. It overall just felt like a gloomy dark cloud was hanging over the entire place.

Jackson was still in intensive care with the doctors. They wouldn't let Kunpimook in to see him yet. He was worried beyond belief; he couldn't stop thinking about how Mark would feel if he knew this was happening.

As if on cue, Kunpimook's phone rang. He stepped outside for a moment, answering it.

"Hello?" He said, leaning against the wall of the building.

"Where are you," Said the other end, the voice being familiarly Mark's. "Need to talk to Jackson."

Kunpimook scoffs, "Intensive care. Thanks for not being there, he's gotten worse now."

"What?" Mark says, puzzled. "You're at the hospital?"

"Yeah, are you deaf or something?" Kunpimook snaps back, gritting his teeth. "I went to look for you and he took off his bandages. Hit his head twice on the floor."

"Fuck," Mark mumbles, as Kunpimook hears some shuffling over the phone. "This can't be happening."

"It's your fault, you know," Kunpimook says, not really caring about the consequences of his words at this point. "If you didn't overreact and leave, things would be fine."

"Shut up," Mark says, scoffing. "Just shut up."

"I would, but," Kunpimook says, a smirk crawling onto his face. "I'll have you know, I'm Jackson's soulmate now." Those words sent shivers down Mark's spine.

"What?!" Mark practically yells into the phone, "That's impossible!"

"Not quite," Kunpimook says, "His writings started to show up on my arm. He wrote that he loved me earlier."

"That wasn't meant for you," Mark snarls, "That was meant for me!"

"Then why did I receive it and you didn't, hm? Why, Mark?"

"I can't stand you," Mark says, biting the inside of his cheek. "Stay away from Jackson."

"Oh, what was that? Sorry, can't hear you! Gotta go!" Kunpimook says, snickering and handing up the call.

Mark was boiling with anger. He shoved his phone into his pocket, driving up to the hospital.

Kunpimook was finally allowed into Jackson's room, walking in with a smile. Jackson was awake and doing better now, his vitals doing better than before.

"Bam!" Jackson sits up slightly, smiling. "Where'd you go? How'd I get here?"

"I was in the waiting room, The paramedics took you here." Kunpimook says, sitting in the chair by Jackson's bed. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Mhm!" Jackson hums, opening his arms. "Hugs!"

Kunpimook chuckles, hugging him softly, as to not hurt him. "I'm glad."

The two were startled as they could hear yelling from the waiting room. "Yah! Let me see him! I have to!"

Kunpimook stands up, walking to the door. He peeks his head out, taking a look and then coming back in. He rolls his eyes, scoffing.

"What is it?" Jackson says, curious.

"Mark." Kunpimook says, scoffing. "Don't worry about it."

"Mark's mean," Jackson says, pouting. "Don't let him in."

"I'm not," Kunpimook says, with a smug smile. "I won't."

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a/n: woooo an update! i actually finally have my plan for this book set so there will be more frequent updates.

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