Your P.O.V.

The doors are coming closer, people are going further away. You keep walking, waiting until your hands reach the doors of hell. You can't stop right now, you need to keep going. Not only for you, but for Jack, and F/N. You need to do this, to show that it is possible to live with all of this misfortune.

Your right foot first, second your left, you continue your horrible path, but you will keep going. You move forward, again, and again. Knowing what could be behind that one door is just frightening. But the worst part is, you don't know for sure what will happen.

You take a deep breath, as the door comes closer and closer. It is not even a real door; it is mostly glass, and a bit of wood. You more likely would describe it like the gate of Hell. And as you open it, the devil congratulates you with a big smile, showing you his masterpiece.

He shows you around, making sure you see every suffering body, every broken soul, and every trapped spirit. You take Satan's hand, knowing that for the following days you will need him. He is the only person that can make this undone. And you would do anything for Mark, even befriend the devil. The fallen angle understands your reason to be here, long before you even said a word.

The last wounded man he shows you, is the man you are looking for. It is your little Mark, fragile as he is. He has his eyes closed, his skin is pale and his heart is weakened. He seems asleep, peacefully and calm he lies under heaven white sheets. You step away from the ruler of hell, and take a step towards a living part of heaven.

You see how the demon leaves you, before he goes back to heaven. You focus on Mark, as he is much more important. You take his hand, not caring about Jacks white eyes staring at you, F/N's tears that collide with your shirt or Felix his silent suffering.

Than a man hugs you tight, he is taller than you, and something he has is known, comforting and yet so weak at the same time. You look up, only seeing the bright red hair and white jacked. You thought surgeons weren't supposed to leave the Operation Room during work hours.

But you are worth to break the rules, and as the redhead hugs you even tighter, you rap your arms around your waist and cry. You cry tears of joy, because you now know Mark is in good care, you cry tears of anger, not seeing the reason why this had to happen to you, and you cry tears of sadness because your world has broken down once more.

You glare into his green eyes, and notice his pale skin. You stand on your toes to be on a more comfortable height to cuddle. The ginger agrees and lifts you only inches off the ground, holding you even tighter with his strong arms.

You have an unspoken conversation, a discussion about everything that happened, and as Roane understands what happened, he puts you down. He looks up at your boyfriend, which is standing too. The Irishman runs towards the surgeon, and also he is waiting to be hugged.

The two men seem to have gotten close without you knowing, but you don't care. Jacks green hair is resting on the white jacket Roane is wearing. The redhead hugs the greenhead tight, comforting him by his soft cuddles. Jack muzzles his nose, and cries too, leaving a wet spot on Roane's cloths. Roane doesn't seem to care, because he knows how important this is for Jack.

Soon Felix and F/N join the hug too, and the four of you are hugging the ginger tightly. For a second you were waiting for Mark to join too, because he likes hugging that much. But he isn't really moving that much. You are face to face with Jack and you and up hugging him too. And he hugs you back, searching for support. You give him all the support you have, as the Irishman drains you from your energy.

The hug ends slowly, as everyone is taking their arms off each other. You continue to hug your love, and you continue to hug Roane, but he steps back, and you stare in two endless eyes you have started loving more than anything in the world.

You recognize how his crystal eyes look broken, how his soul is disfigured by all the torture and the reason you recognize this all, is that you have look like that once before. And you know how lost your little bean must feel, as he continues to drown in an ocean of sadness and tears, unable to get his head above the water because he has forgotten how to swim.

You let go of your sweetheart, and as he looks at you, you completely break down. You feel how your heart is ripped in two, and you would so gladly give him the other half, therefore he can use the extra energy.

You look at Mark, before looking at Roane. He understands your thoughts immediately and assures you that you're wrong. But you know that you are right, and so does he. You try to find some comfort in his eyes, before letting all your guards down and say the truth.

'It's my fault,' you whisper, as you stare into Mark's closed eyes. You search for any hint of brown, underneath his eyelashes. Something that tells you he will wake up and be alright. You need him to be alright, you can't live without the thought of him being not alright.

Jack looks up at you, afraid of the words you just said. He takes the hand of the person nearest to him, which is Felix. He wraps his fingers around those of the Swede, and as he makes his hand to a fist, he takes the fingers of his friend with his movement, and slightly crushes them. The Swede doesn't give any hint of pain.

'How could this be your fault?' your boyfriend asks. His eyes some to go darker by the fact you could have been the reason of all this. There's no going back now, therefore you spit the truth, the sharp, deadly truth. And as you try to look into the eyes of your most loved one, you notice that you can't look at him anymore. Not right before you are going to shatter his world.

'I -I infected Mark, don't you remember? When he rescued me?' you don't want to get deeper into the details, the whole coughing blood and almost dying thing isn't the best story to tell at the moment. As you glance at Roane, he gives you a comforting stare, which only makes things worse.

You see how your best friend opens her mouth to yell at you, and to make sure you will never think that way ever again. But you know that it was your fault, you infected your friend although the doctors said it was impossible. Yet how could they know that it was impossible, if they have never even heard of the sickness?

'There is no other explanation,' you whisper, as you stare at Mark. You feel how everyone stares at you, except Roane of course. He stands next to you, as a friend, not as a surgeon. He knows that you need him, more than ever. And you just hope he will be there, for every midnight call, for every day in the week you need a hug. For every moment you just need to be with someone that you can talk to.

And you know you can talk to F/N, but she is going through it herself. Talking to her about your problems would be fatal for her mood, and she knows exactly what happened to you in the past, talking to someone who doesn't know that can be easier sometimes.

'There is always another explanation,' Jack says as he stares at your face. Your hair is a mess, just like your dress which is full of blood and for some reason mud. As you can remember you haven't fallen into dirt or anything. But you guess it is nature doing what she likes do to.

Mark seems to disagree with what Jack just said, as the room is filled by a sharp noise telling the doctors nearby that someone here is dying. Roane jumps from his place, trying everything to get Marks monitors back to life. But the silver monsters are telling that Satan has taken another soul.

You search the devil, through all of the panic happening. You search for something as evil as death himself, and as you finally found your allay, you beg him to give Mark his life beg. You offer to spend eternity in hell if you have to, only for Mark to start breathing. The fallen angle understands his mistake and with a glare at Marks body, the monitors jump back on. Mark is alive once more

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hey cornflakes! thank you so much for reading my book! Now what I had planned to write was Mark being in his crazy coma world with F/N but because this is a READERSXJACKSEPTICEYE I'm going to skip that. HOWEVER I hoped you enjoyed, I love you cornflakes and

Stay BOSS!!!