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"We still good? We still streaming?" He questioned and watched as the chat said yes in many forms, the fans all so eager to watch him play games live. Mark had suggested that he do another livestream and, to be honest, Jack really did want to. He glanced at the chat while he waited for the game to load, smiling wide at what he read. "Yeah, I know. Mark was the one who told me to do it. Ya glad I listened to 'em?" His fans replied yes in mass, causing Jack to laugh. "What 're you gonna play next? Uh, I don't know, something fun! Anything you guys want me ta play?" He was amazed at how many game titles popped up in the chat, a few common ones staying in there, but it was still better than nothing. "No, not Happy Wheels; I'm planning ta do a video fer that soon! Um...sure! I can play that." He had picked one of the others and was glad he had planned to play it first anyway.
He had only been streaming for about on hour and a half, talking for about ten minutes before messing around in a game he's already beat. "'re you planning ta visit Mark again? Yeah, I am. He actually already paid fer a ticket for me ta go back ta LA, but I've still got some time before I need ta worry about it; though, I'll admit that I am a little eager to see him again and I've already packed! Heheh!" He loved that both Mark's and his community have accepted their relationship; even his ex-girlfriend was glad that he was able to move on from their relationship. Jack read a comment before he responded to it, "No. I actually got a call of my ex not long after we went public with our relationship; she was happy fer me. Which I honestly was a little worried about how she'd react. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't just suddenly break up with Mark if she wasn't happy and wanted me back, but at the same time I didn't want ta hurt her." The kept glancing at the screen and felt a smile grace his lips as he read the warmth coming from the comments.
After another hour, Jack heard as his cell buzzed. Mark shouldn't be callin' me just yet. He asked Mark to make a 'surprise' guest appearance via phone call during his livestream, but that was suppose to be in another half hour. "Hang on guys, I've gotta take this." He didn't want to stop the stream or put up a little holding picture in case it was Mark calling, but he then read the I.D.. It was Ken. "Ken? What's up?" "Jack, I...I don't know how to say this, but..." "But what? What's going on?" "Sean...Mark's been in a car accident." Jack's expression turned horrified, feeling as the blood drained from his face, his body start to shake a little bit. "What?! NO!" He could see the worried comments in the chat, but he tried to ignore them as he listened to Ken. "Jack, I don't want to sound like a bad omen, but...the crash was pretty bad and Mark's not doing too good. I..." "Shut up, Ken! Just shut up!" Jack shouted into his phone, trying so hard to keep it together. "...I'm sorry. Do we know anything about it?" "Not much; Mark was driving as he always does, but the other driver wasn't paying attention and was going 20 over the limit." Unfortunately, Sean could picture what happened next. He could see Mark in that horrible wreck and felt as his heart was squeezed by an invisible hand.
"I-I...Mark already has a paid ticket fer me. Can you text me where?" "Yeah. And Sean? Get here as soon as you can." Ken hung up and Sean was frozen in place for a moment. He then took all of his rage and funneled it into his hand, chucking his phone hard across the room, smashing into his wall loud enough that his fans asked if his phone had broke. The Irishman buried his face into his hands and cried. He was loud and unfiltered, but he didn't care. Jack let his fans watch as he cried about something they didn't know about. But he couldn't tell them, could he? They shared more fans than they originally thought and Jack doesn't want to upset Mark's fans with his words. "I'm sorry..." Jack softly spoke as he dragged his hands away from his face, letting them fall into his lap as tears stained his face. The same comment kept coming up in the chat: Jack, what's wrong? What happened?
"That was Ken. He...He told me that M-Mark..." He bit his lower lip, trying to fight back the tears and keep his voice steady. "Mark was in a car accident." As he expected, the fans flipped out. "It was a bad wreck and Ken said that Mark's not doing too good." Jack had his face hidden in his hands again, falling as far back into his chair as he could as he howled out a sob. "My God, what do I do?!" He continued to cry for a few more minutes before he pulled his hands away from his face. What he saw in the chat warmed him.
Go to Mark.
End the stream and go to LA!
Jack, we love you and we're here for you.
Please, go to Mark!
Get on that plane and go to your boyfriend, Jack!
"...Thanks guys. I'm so sorry ta cut this short, but I can't just sit here while Mark could be dying. I'm not going ta be active on the channel outside of updates on how Mark's doing. I love you all and I thank you so much fer yer support. Please, post on Facebook and Tweet out the news and send all the love and support ya can ta Mark, ok?" He got the ok's and yes's from his fans then ended the livestream. He retrieved his, somehow, undamaged phone and his duffle bag, grabbed his printed out ticket and rushed downstairs. "I need a ride ta the airport now and don't ya dare ask why."
Finally, after what seemed like eons, Jack landed in LA. Since he only had his duffle, he didn't have to wait to get the rest of his luggage. He got in one of the airport taxis and showed him the address Ken had texted him. "Hurry, please." Jack kept bouncing his leg the whole drive there. Ever since he got the news, he felt like he couldn't breathe, his lungs getting tighter and tighter as his heart kept slamming into his ribs at a mile a minute. His mind was buzzing with endless what if's and worse case scenarios that only got worse with each passing second. Once the taxi pulled up, Sean was out of there in a flash, paying the driver in full before rushing inside.
"May I help you?" "Yes, my boyfriend was in a car accident; Mark Fischbach." The nurse typed in the name and gave Jack a grim expression. "What?" "I'm sorry to say that your boyfriend isn't doing too well. Do you want to visit him?" "Please! Please." "This way." The nurse could tell how panicked Jack was getting and quickly lead him to Mark's room. She opened the door and Sean was completely terrified. Wires were all over, an IV with several bags attached to it was in Mark's arm, one or two tubes sticking out from him. "Mark!" Jack rushed to his unconscious lover, his hands shaking as they hovered above his body. Sean was too scared to touch him; touching him now meant that this was real and not a really bad nightmare.
"He's been in a medically induced coma for the past two days. If he doesn't start to show any improvements soon..." The woman trailed off, knowing that this isn't what the other wants to hear, but Jack needed to hear it. "Come on, Mark. Stay with me." Sean finally tangled his fingers with Mark's, holding his hand tight, and accepting that this was happening. He still felt like he couldn't breathe, but his heart has slowed down a little bit. "...I'll get you some water, ok?" Jack nodded, not taking his eyes off his love. He listened to the woman's heels clicking against the tiled floor, but he was also listening to the EKG attached to Mark, the respirator helping him breathe, and the various other sounds coming from the monitor all the equipment was attached to.
Jack turned to glance over his shoulder and took the water, softly thanking the woman as he took a sip. "...Are you from Ireland?" "Aye. Flew all the way here." "Goodness. You must be tired." Sean shook his head. "I can't sleep. Not until I know he's going ta be okay." "Not even a short nap?" "No. I know it's not rational, but I'm afraid that if I close my eyes, after seeing him like this, something's gonna happen ta him." Jack felt the sting as tears started to form in his eyes. He reached over Mark's body to adjust the pulse oximeter back into its place, since Mark had twitched enough for it to move. The nurse moved behind Jack and was getting something out from somewhere; moments later he felt a thick blanket wrapped around his shoulders. "Just in case you do fall asleep." Sean tenderly grinned up to her, since he took the chair next to Mark's bed the moment he took his hand, and she returned it, taking her leave. "Come on, Daddy. Baby wants ta hear yer voice again."
Sean jumped as his eyes flung open. Did I fall asleep?...Mark! He snapped his head to the left and let out a breath of relief; Mark was still there, though he didn't have those extra tubes sticking into him. "Sir? Are you awake?" A male voice questioned and Jack turned to face him. "Ah, good. I was surprised when I checked on Mark; didn't know he had a visitor." "I was unannounced. How's he doing?" "Much better. In fact, he should be waking up himself in a few minutes." Jack let out a breath he had been holding. "He's improved then?" "Yes. In fact, I checked his charts while you were asleep and he started to show improvement not long after you arrived." Sean lost his jaw for a moment, but quickly snapped it shut as Mark made a soft sound. "I'll leave you two be."
As the doctor left the room, Jack watched Mark's face, seeing his eyes dart back and forth behind his eyelids, his face scrunching up slightly. Mark moaned loudly as he slowly opened his eyes, wanting to bring his hand up to block the bright fluorescents, but finding that something held it in place. He moved his head to look down and his brown eyes went wide. "...Jack?" Upon hearing that baritone he loves so much, Sean finally felt like he could breathe. "Mark! Oh, thank God yer alright!" Jack shouted as he released Mark's hand, carefully hugging him as tight as he dared. "What are you doing here?" "Ken called me. He told me about the accident and I flew down." "I'm sorry, Jack." "Fer what?" Mark cupped Jack's cheek, brushing his thumb against his skin. "Making you worry, cutting your livestream short, being a total moron. I--" Jack placed a finger to his lips, stopping his words. "Forgiven, the fans told me ta come, and it wasn't yer fault." Though it hurt, Mark laughed.
"There's that beautiful voice." Jack pulled out his phone, went to his camera, and pushed record. "Hey, look who's up!" Jack had the camera facing him, but he turned it so he could record Mark. "Hi, guys. Sorry to make you all worry. I know; I'm back here again. I'm sorry." "You apologize too much." Jack said off camera, giggling as Mark rolled his eyes. He turned his phone so he was recording himself again. "I had been reading everything you guys were posting and tweeting and thank ya so much fer all of yer love and support. I know none of us want ta see Marky here again, but like I said in the livestream and as you've most likely read yourselves, he had been in a bad car accident. When I got here, he had been put in a medically induced coma, it was that bad. Thankfully, he's well enough fer him ta be awake." "Are you gonna be leaving now that I'm up?" Mark asked and Jack couldn't take it anymore. "Scoot over, Mark." He raised a brow, but did as he was told, a smile coming onto his lips as Jack wiggled into the spot he made, curling up into Mark's body. "I'm not gonna leave, ya doof. Ya aren't getting rid of me that easy." He leaned up and kissed Mark on the lips, enjoying as he weakly returned it. "I'll keep you guys updated as much as I can; and again, thank you fer all of yer love and support. But, thank you guys so much fer watching this video. If you liked it, punch that like button in the face LIKE A BOSS! And! Hi-fives all around!" He did his hi-five noise, and giggled as Mark did the second one. "But thank you guys, and we'll see all you dudes, in the next video!" He did the last part quieter than he usually does because 1. he's right next to Mark and that is not pleasant to have shouted into your ear and 2. he's in a hospital.
"How long have you been here?" "I think about a day. I'm not sure, I fell asleep at some point." Mark hummed. "Well, I'm glad you're here." "And I'm glad yer doing ok. I was so scared that I might not make it in time, or that ya won't survive yer injuries." "Hey, hey. Sh. I'm right here." Mark knew that Sean was on the edge of having a panic attack, or another one based on what he's been told, and pulled him as flush against his form as he could. "Get some actual sleep, Jack. I'll be right here." Sean nodded as all the stress he kept bottled up upon hearing the dreaded words leave Ken's mouth shattered open and almost knocked him out right then. While he still had a hold over his mind and body, Jack pulled the blanket up and tossed it over the both of them, placing a kiss to Mark's cheek. "I love you, Mark." "I love you too, Sean. See you when you wake up." Sean felt as Mark's own body relaxed and he had a smile on his lips as they both fell asleep.