Markiplier x reader insert.

(Your POV)

Finally having a moment to sit down and bite into the sandwich my lovely boyfriend made for me, I relax my muscles and enjoy the moment while I had it. Sadly, after about a quarter of the way through my sandwich I end up getting called back into my work. A coworker calls my name stating we had a critical patient being brought in. I sigh and jog back to the first cleared room and set up, as I turn around I see the last thing I want to see. My boyfriend Mark on a gurney being carted down the hallway half awake.

"Mark!?" I shout unaware of my feet moving. One of my coworkers grabs my shoulders and pulls me back, knowing I was going to set into a panic attack. Maria is her name.

"Don't worry (Y/N), everything will be okay." I stare at the wall blankly, shaking uncontrollably. She rubs my back while hugging me tightly. My mind is traveling too fast for me to process anything properly.

{Time Skip}

After a couple hours, I sit in the prepped room that Mark is in. The annoying dull ping of the heart monitor and the whir of the machines in the background, and yet the crushing silence of waiting for the tests to go through. At some point his mother came in and hugged me, then told me to go home and get changed then come back.

I walk out of the room and get into my car pulling out of the parking garage and taking the fastest route home. Making it home I grab a bag and go into Mark and I's room. I shower and get changed not bothering with my hair. And grab a t-shirt and shorts and a fresh uniform. Deciding to grab something for Mark I grab some clothing for him and a tiny box Tim one of his fans sent to him. Finally leaving once again, I climb into my car and head back through the familiar route heading back to the hospital. Scanning my I.D. and walking through the glass sliding doors.

I walk into the room and see Mark's mother sitting in the waiting chair holding the thermos of chicken soup. Upon further inspection Mark is sitting up and moving, a nurse tending to his monitors.

"Mark? What H-happened?" I say and place my hand over his, leaning over him slightly. He looks at me with his chocolate eyes and smiles.

"I almost passed out, my heart was acting funny. So I asked them to bring me here." I look down and my hair covers my face slightly. He grips my hand and pulls my face towards his kissing my cheek lightly. I look at him allowing him to see the tears slowly running down my cheeks.

"Sweetheart don't cry, I'm right here. I'm fine. I'll be discharged soon and well go home and relax." He reassures me knowing in silently freaking out on the inside.

"I thought I was going to lose you, you know that?" I sniffle and I sit on the edge of the bed, he pulls me into his chest and holds onto me.

"I'm not leaving yet. I am stronger than this." Leaning onto him, I hear the nurse come in and coo at us. Then hand Mark his discharge papers.

"You're good to go Mark. Be careful now." She says while he signs and they remove the heart monitors and the I.V. I take the clothes from the bag and hand them to him. He shuffles into the bathroom, holding the hospital dress together, and closes the door. I chuckle to myself and pick up my bag as my co coworker comes in to tell me I've been given the night off. I wait near the door patiently waiting for Mark. Soon enough he walks out and hugs his mother, who then insists that she come over and makes dinner for us. I drive us all to Mark and I's apartment.

After situating Mark on the couch, he motions for me to sit next to him. I do and he puts his arm over my shoulder and pulls me close. He leans his head over and pecks the top of my head. I smile and take his other hand in mine and rub his palm.

Twenty minutes later Marks mother came in and stated that dinner was ready, she made spaghetti. I stand up and offer Mark a hand who acts limp when I pull on his hand.

"Eh, carry me babe." He mumbles out while giving me his goofiest pouty face. I chuckle and shake my head at his antics. I pull him once more only for him to pull back harder and I fall forward into his lap.

"Mark, come on your mom came over and made us dinner." I try to get up but I am being held in his lap by his muscular arms he nuzzles his nose against my back, knowing fully I am very ticklish. I begin to giggle while struggling to get up.

"Nooo, I want to stay here forever!" Managing to slip away I bolt out of his grasp.

"Then stay by yourself love, cause I'm gonna go get food." I stick my tongue out at him playfully and saunter towards the table. Hearing him groan and get up from the couch finally, "See was that so hard Markipoo?" I say and sit down and grab my utensils. While Marks mom chuckles at us.

He makes a face and me and plops down in the chair next to me and begins to eat. Mid bite I hear him stop eating and look up with sauce dripping from his mouth.

"This is great mom thanks!" She laughs at him and makes a small comment about needing to wipe his face, to which he licks his lips to the best of his abilities. This causes me to start laughing and almost, almost choke on my food.

"You and your antics Mark!"