A/N: Holy crap! 1K reads?! And I thought 300 was a lot! Thank you guys so much!!! We're nearing the end now so thank you for all your support and I hope you enjoy! (Also, who else watched the PAX Livestream? I did! It was awesome!)

(Jack's P.O.V.)

"Um, excuse me, where's room 209?" I ask the closest nurse. She looks at me and smiles softly. 

"Just down the hall sweetie." She says. I nod. 

"Thanks." I say. I start walking down the hall and YES I got lost! Don't judge me! Alright... 206, 207, 208... 209. Here. I stop in front of the door, just staring at the number. Do I really want to go in? Yes. Am I ready to go in? Yes. Really? I think. Really, really? No... I inhale deeply before grabbing the door handle and pushing the door open, closing it behind me. 

Then I turn around and exhale slowly, staring at the sight before me. Mark lies on a hospital bed, eyes closed, breathing steady. His hair is parted weird, most likely to make room for the stitches. He has a few patches on his face, small cuts on his arms that are visible, along with a few cuts that are patched up and others that are stitched. He has a mask covering his nose and mouth, a tube connected to that, and that's connected to a machine. A ventilator. 

There are a few other tubes connected to the mask. The main one is the breathing tube, that I know. The other ones are probably water and liquid food substances or something... I'm not trained on this, I don't know. I walk up slowly, stopping at his bedside. I just stand there, staring at him, wishing that he was staring back at me. I shake my head a bit. It's silent in the room, except for the quiet hum of machinery and the steady beeping from the heart monitor. So I decide to change that. 

"Mark..." I speak quietly, not really sure what to say. I gently take his hand in mine, intertwining our fingers. And then I just let it out. "Mark I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything." I say, tearing up. "I'm sorry for everything I've done, everything I've said, just everything. People ask me how I'm doing, but I have no idea. I'm so lost, I'm so so lost." I let a tear slip. 

"I care about you so much Mark. And the past couple months we've been hanging out I... I've felt a connection." I just start crying. "And I don't ever want to betray that trust. Just know... That... You know... I'm... I'm proud! I'm proud of what I've accomplished because of you, you know? I'm so proud of what we've done... Together... I'm really proud of what we've managed to accomplish, in our friendship and in other ways, and I'm so proud of what we're gonna accomplish in the future, and what's gonna happen." I inhale shakily but continue. 

"I can't compare this to anything else in my life and I know it's gonna just get crazier and weirder..." I chuckle slightly. "But I'm going to love every second of it... But only if you're there! Mark, if you aren't there I won't love any of it! I need you Mark! I need you there, and I always will. I can't last four days without you anymore... So please... Please be okay..." 

I can't speak anymore, I just stand there, looking at the ground, quietly crying. Some part of me wishes that this'll be like a fairytale and right here and now he'll wake up and tell me everything'll be okay. But the other part of me knows that this isn't a fairytale and that it's possible he might never wake up, which just makes me cry more. 

I inhale shakily, trying to stop my tears. I succeed mostly, a few tears still falling. I give myself a minute before looking in the mirror. My eyes and my face is red but other then that you can't really tell I've been crying. Good. I inhale and exhale deeply, just calming myself down. Then I look at Mark once more. No change. I knew I had to much hope. I take my hand out from his and I get ready to walk away... But I don't yet. No, I have one more thing I need to do. 

I lean on the side of the bed and I lean down, gently kissing Mark's forehead before straightening, turning and walking out of the room without so much of a second glance. I walk down the hall and into the waiting room to find Ann still hugging my backpack. She's staring at the ground and doesn't see me approach her. I take the bag gently and I sling it over my shoulder. She looks up at me. 

"I have to get home. The café's on the way. We can walk together." I say. She smiles a bit and nods, standing. 

"Thanks." She says quietly. I nod with a slight smile of my own. So we both walk out of the hospital. We talk about whatever, just trying to distract ourselves. But Mark never leaves my mind... And probably never will...