[Buckle up for a long one!]

Officer Davis helped you up and into his police car. You were shaking as the image of Mark was ingrained in your mind. You wiped away tears as you looked out the window. If only you would've just worked it out. If only you would've stayed.

Soon you arrived at the hospital. You followed the EMTs as they rolled Mark's stretcher down a long hallway. They were taking him immediately into surgery. You had to run after them to keep up. Soon they were at the room and they had to push you back. You fought and kicked and screamed. That was your baby in there. Your whole world laid on a stretcher unconscious. Officer Davis held you back and let you kick and punch him. You soon broke down and fell to the ground. With your face in your hands, you let it all out. You cried until you couldn't anymore.

You soon got up and Officer Davis led you to the waiting room. You looked around at all the worried faces in the room. You sat down and curled up in your seat. You wanted this all to end. You just wanted to wake up with Mark next to you. You wanted this all to be a nightmare. But this was no dream, this was pure reality.

[time skip]

You had fallen asleep in your chair after you called all your friends and family. You were awakened by the doctor lightly shaking you. You sat up and blinked multiple times to help wake up.

"Are you Mr. Fischbach's fiance?" The doctor asked you.

"Yes, I am."

He took a seat next to you. "Ma'am, your fiance has suffered a severe incision into his left leg. He also suffered a minor blow to the head. These can all heal with time, fortunately. I hate to tell you this, but ma'am, he should've died. The way he flipped and landed should have killed him instantly. It is a miracle he is still alive."

Your head spun at the thought of losing Mark. He came so close to death, and it was all your fault.

"Can I see him?" You asked the doctor.

"Of course! He came out of surgery an hour ago, and he's still unconscious, but he might wake up to you."

You followed the doctor down a long hallway. The sounds of the hospital made you want to turn and run away. Monitors beeping, people groaning and coughing, and the squeaks of beds. Finally you made it to Mark's room. You gasped when you saw all the machines hooked up to him, but you hid your fear. You had to be strong for Mark. You pulled a chair beside the bed and sat in it. You grabbed Mark's hand and intertwined your fingers with his. You sighed.

"Where do I begin?" You sighed once more. "I'm so sorry, Mark. This is all my fault. If I would've stayed, none of this would've happened to you. You almost died! I almost lost you!"

[Sometimes you gotta bleed to know
That you're alive and have a soul]

Your voice choked up, so you decided to stop talking. You looked at Mark's face. Behind the scratches you saw your Markimoo. Memories flooded your mind as you relived your life with Mark. You smiled when you remembered that day the two of you "baked" together. You remembered planning his birthday with his friends. You remembered the diamond necklace he got you for your birthday. You touched your neck and found the necklace. You rubbed your thumb over the diamond. You wore your necklace everyday, as if it brought you and Mark closer.

Remembering all your times with Mark made you think about how much you really loved the man. He made you happy on your saddest days. He made you feel comfortable in your skin. When he kissed you, he put you in a high. When he wrapped his arms around you, you felt safe. You loved it when he ran his fingers through his hair. He made you feel better than anyone else ever did. He made you feel loved.

"I love you," you whispered into Mark's ear. You kissed his forehead and brushed his hair out of his face. Suddenly, you thought you felt something.

[But it takes someone to come around

To show you how

She's the tear in my heart

I'm alive]

"Did he just squeeze my hand?" You thought as you looked at his hand in yours.

"Mark, can you hear me, baby?" There it was again! He did hear you! "Mark! Oh Mark, I love you so much! Okay, squeeze once for yes and twice for no, okay?"

He squeezed once. "Good," you praised him.

"Are you in pain?" He squeezed twice.

"That's good, really good. Do you remember what happened?" He squeezed once.

"Awesome!" That's when it hit you. If he remembered what happened, he remembered the fight. "Mark, I need to apologize to you. I was so selfish when I left. I should've never left. I should've stayed. I know you're busy, and I should be more considerate of you. I love you and I'm so sorry."

You heard a noise leave Mark that sounded like a moan. You leaned closer to hear him.

"Mark? Are you trying to say something?" You put your ear to his lips.

"S-Sorry. I-I l-love you," he barely uttered.

[She's the tear in my heart
I'm on fire]

"You spoke!" You nearly jumped out of your chair. "You actually spoke! I love you too, Mark! I love you so much!" You kissed him.

"M-M-More?" He asked.

[She's the tear in my heart
Take me higher
Than I've ever been]

"You are so needy sometimes," you smiled as you kissed him again.

The doctors came in to check up on him. They were excited when you told him he could speak. They did some commands and refilled his IV. Soon, your friends and family were there. Wade and Molly got there first. They visited for a while and left. Other friends came and left. Jack texted you and let you know they were getting on a plane and heading over to L.A. You didn't expect them to come right away, but then again this was Jack's best friend in this bed and Signe was one of your closest friends.

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You fell asleep in the chair, holding Mark's hand. You were awakened by Signe gently shaking you. You jumped up and hugged her tightly, thanking them for coming. You then hugged Jack as well. You told them the whole story. They apologized for what happened between you and Mark.

"I just feel like it's my fault," you admitted to Signe.

"Trust me, it's not. You didn't know he'd run those red lights and get in an accident. It's not your fault, this is just...life," she said as she put a reassuring arm around you.

Jack talked with Mark for a little, but Mark didn't reply.

"F*cking answer me, you d*ckbag!" Jack exclaimed as he pounded his fist into the bed. He was very upset that Mark was injured.

"F*ck you, J-J-Jack," Mark mumbled.

You all laughed at him. That's another thing you loved about him. His humor never left him, even in the worst situations.

You decided to leave and head home to get clothes. You let Jack and Signe stay at the house, but you were going to stay with Mark. Never again would you leave his side.