(Jack's P.O.V.)

It's been two days since Mark woke up and I've cleaned myself up, definitely. I'm eating normally, sleeping normally, I can actually focus in class (not like I want too), and I actually look good. I've taken a shower, I've put on clean clothes, I've brushed my hair. Everything's going good. I walk into Mark's hospital room, where he's stayed the last two nights. 

"Hey, hey, hey!" I say, putting my bag down (cause, ugh, school). He smiles and waves. 

"Hey!" He says and then do I notice. Not only is the IV out of his arm but his NG tube is gone. Still has the nasal cannula though. And his voice sounds a bit better too, it's more upbeat and normal. "You look good!" Mark says then and I roll my eyes. 

"Yeah, sure." I say. He shakes his head. 

"No really. Better then the last time you were here." He says. I nod. I haven't been here since the day he woke up, mostly due to Ma scolding me for leaving school early and not allowing me to leave the house yesterday. I messaged Mark though and he understood. 

"Yes, well, you look good too." I say, sitting down. He shrugs. 

"Better. Still gotta use the oxygen though." He says, pointing to the oxygen tank. I nod. 

"Why is that? You seem fine." I say. He chuckles, running his hand through his hair. 

"Feel fine too but they insist I'm not. Apparently the knife cut one of my lungs a small bit, nothing fatal, but it still isn't completely completely healed so I'm stuck with this thing." He explains. I nod. Makes sense. Wait. Then... 

"When does that mean you're getting out?" I ask. He thinks for a second. 

"Uh... Two days I think." He says. I smile. 

"Awesome!" I exclaim. I don't want to tell Mark why, for it's a surprise, but I can not wait for him to get out of here. Mark chuckles. 

"Yeah. How do you think I feel?" He asks. I laugh. 

"Probably overjoyed." I say. He nods. 

"Hell yeah!" He says. This just makes me laugh more. We continue talking and all throughout I just get up and start walking around the room, harmlessly poking at machines and tubes and stuff. I know what most of this does and to make sure I stay clear of big red buttons cause that would cause problems most likely. At some point Mark stops talking though. I turn to look at him to find him on his phone. 

"Whatcha doing?" I ask. He looks up at me quickly and then back at his phone. 

"Texting Ann... She's complaining about work again..." He says. I chuckle. Classic Ann. I continue walking around and then... I hear a beep. I turn around. Oops. I point to Mark's oxygen tank. 

"M...Mark? I did a thing..." I state. He puts his phone down and laughs, just laughs. I can't help but smile sheepishly and blush. He starts motioning for me to bring the oxygen tank towards him. So that's what I do. I wheel it over and he starts messing with it. "It went beep." I say then and he nods, chuckling. 

"Yes, it does that." He says. I shrug, just watching as he so knowledgeably fixes it just like that. Then he pushes it away. "There! Done!" He says. I clap as a joke and he bows awkwardly while sitting down. So then I just sit back down and we continue talking about whatever, all the while with me just thinking about my plan and how much I love the boy sitting in front of me.

A/N: First, sorry for the short chapter. Second, as I'm sure you've noticed by now cause holy crap no one's ever this early, this story is coming to an end tonight. This is all I'm gonna say for now, for I'll have a whole part dedicated to talking about the end and thank you's and blah, blah, blah... So yeah. Enjoy the ending.