Memories-Septiplier fan fic

Darkness

Marks P.O.V.:

It's so dark and painful. My entire body hurts. I can't remember why or how it got hurt. I just know it hurts. Out of nowhere a voice. A small voice. It comforted me but I don't know why. It gradually got louder and louder. It go so loud that, that was all I could think about, all I could hear. The voice became clearer. It was telling me to wake up. That I need to wake up. Slowly my eyelids cracked open. I feel like I haven't opened them in a long time. I'm greeted with blinding sunlight and warm smile. I don't entirely recognise the person sitting in front of me. I know I should it's right there on the tip of my tongue. What's his name?? I can't remember. Where am I? As if reading my mind the male opposite me says "you are at home. I wanted to know if you wanted any breakfast sleepy head." Ruffling my hair I replied "nah I'm good thanks." "Okie dokie" he said cheerily exiting the room. I need to find out who he is. Why am in this house with him? I need to move but I can't. I'm stuck here. In this bed. I'm not tied down. Nothing is stopping me. So why can't I move. Maybe it has something to do with the everlasting pain that is resonating throughout my body. It's becoming unbearable. I need to move. Why can't I move! Panic is setting in. Am I being held captive? Am I a prisoner. I need to go find my family or a hospital or a.... Everything went black again as the pain swept over me. I was plunged into darkness once again.

Jacks P.O.V.:

I met Marks mom in the reception of the hospital. She had already asked the receptionist where mark was being treated. Critical Condition Ward on floor 1. We headed for the stairs that lead up to where our defeated mark lay. We reached the top of the stair case and headed down the corridor to marks ward. All of a sudden a rush of people, a herd, who were crowded round a patient in a bed. They were losing him. Not paying much attention I went to continue walking when I heard a scream. It was marks mom. I whipped my head around to see her pointing at the bed. I went too catch up with them and see what was happening. I caught glimpse of wavy black hair and a stubbly chin. "Mark" I whispered to no one. A lump formed in my throat and my sight became blurry with tears. A nurse realised we were following and turned to talk to us. "Do you know this man?" She asked. "I'm his mother" Mrs.F replied "And I'm his boyfriend" my voice cracked. I looked at Mrs.F she was trying not to cry. She was trying to hold it in for both our sakes. The nurse told us what was happening. "He has gone into cardiac arrest which means his heart has stopped. (A/N Sorry if that's wrong) He needs to be resuscitated and have another surgery to remove any build of blood or fluids on the lungs." It was all too much to take in. The survival rate for him is very thin. I hope Mark is strong enough to pull though. I don't know what I would do without him. We got instructed to wait in the waiting area while the procedure is happening. Mark doesn't deserve this. He has done nothing. Why does the world hate him? He is the nicest person you will ever meet. He cares for everyone he is close too and never fails to put a smile on anyone's face. What would we all do without him?

Mrs.F's P.O.V.:

Why of all the people why did it have to be mark. Why my mark? My baby boy. I cant bear the thought that he won't make it. He has to. He can't leave us now. He is so young and so much to live for. He hasn't even gone through college. He can't die. Mark can't die. I say to sean "I'm going to the vending machine want anything?" He shook his head clearly not wanting to talk to anyone. Before reaching the vending machine i hid in the nearest bathroom and sobbed. Uncontrollably and without stopping for what felt like an eternity. Getting ahold of myself I take deep breathes in, wipe my eyes and splash cold water on my face. I sluggishly make my way to the vending machine whilst phoning marks brother as I go. "Tommy you need to get to the hospital now. I'll explain everything when you get here." I cut the phone off and got a drink from the machine.

Marks P.O.V.:

I feel a slight tugging in my chest. The pain has dulled slightly. I'm getting used to the whole laying down trapped in a bed scenario. I feel like my body isn't my body. I can feel everything yet nothing at the same time. I feel my chest being poked and prodded yet it feels like it's not me. I can see something. A light in the darkness. I recognise it. It is getting closer to me. All I manage to say is "Dad".

A/N

Heyy guys do what do ya think of Mrs.F's perspective. I hope you guys are still enjoying this. I'm trying to update regularly but I have exams. They are finishing very soon so updates should come goof again. Thank you all for the 500+ reads. It's amazing I never thought my little story would do so well. The only thing I ask of you guys is that you give me some feedback on my writing. Do you like it?? Do ya not?? What could I improve? Or just general feedback. Anything you want to say. Say it.