"Felix, what's wrong?" Mark questioned suddenly.
"Huh?" He jumped a bit and nearly choked on his meal.
"You've been acting weird lately," Mark sat back against the dinning room chair and studied him.
"Nothin'," Felix shrugged and continued to eat. Jack and Mark shared skeptical looks.
"It's not nothin', what's up with ye?" The green haired Youtuber began to bounce his leg unde rthe table as he sat forward curiously.
"I just gave you the answer," Felix snapped. Mark placed a hand over his chest dramatically.
"Shots fired," Jack snickered a bit. Felix blinked before lowering his head and continuing on. They glanced at one another in shock.
"Wow, Felix doesn't have a quippy comeback?" Jack asked as he raised an eyebrow at him.
"Go fuck yourself," He replied crossly.
"Hardly original," Mark rolled his eyes. "Half of my hate comments say that."
"Hey, me too!" Jack grinned as he high-fived Mark.
"I'm leaving," Felix stood and left his plate on the table as he walked out. Jack blinked and tipped his head a bit. Mark's gaze lingered on where Felix had left into the living room before walking over and taking the plate to wash in the kitchen.
"You wanna go deal with Pewds?" Mark asked.
"Eh, why not?" Jack hopped off and hurried up the stairs. He hesitated over the guest door before knocking.
"I'm recording."
"Oh," Jack stepped back before pausing. "Why didn't ye tell us?"
He was met with silence. "Fe? Ya there?"
Jack slowly opened the door once Felix didn't respond. He stiffened as he saw Felix laying flat on his back on the floor. He rushed over and knelt down, taking one of Felix's hands.
"MARK GET OVER HERE!" Jack yelled frantically. 'Fuck fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER HOW TO CHECK HIS PULSE!?'
"What's wro- -Felix!" Mark raced over. "Is he okay?"
"Uh, uh, uh, uh," Jack stuttered. He suddenly remembered and placed to fingers to Felix's wrist.
"MARKICANTFEELAPULSEWHATDOIDOISHEDEADIDONTKNOW!" Jack exclaimed. Mark saw he was freaking out and slowly pushed him away an placed a hand to Felix's neck.
"FELIX!" Mark snagged his phone from his pocket and began dialing. 'No no no no no no,' Jack hugged his knees and drew in ragged breaths. Jack's position wasn't helping Mark much either. He wanted to flip out and just sit there waiting for the world to fix its mistake like a coder and its game. 'But what if this remains a glitch in this whole thing; what if he isn't ever going to leave?'
Mark fumbled with the phone as h struggled to think of THREE STUPID NUMBERS. 'This is the worse time for brainfart. Come on...9-1-... 9-1-...' Mark jumped and dropped his phone as he heard a scream. He turned and saw Jack curled into a ball as tight as possible, trembling all over.
"ONE!" Mark grabbed the phone and finished dialing. 'Comeoncomeoncomeon'
"911, what's your emergency?" A man announced.
"Uh, uh," Mark breathed heavily and felt weighed. Between a limp Felix and Jack in the middle of a meltdown, he felt like everything was just crumbling down into an endless abyss.
"Sir, calm down. Can you te- -"
"M-My friend is dead, or dying, I don't know, and we're just panicking and- -and- -and- -"
"Calm down. Tell us your location."
"(Insert Mark's address in a stuttered way)"
"Okay. We are sending help right now. Please stay on the line," He announced. Mark heaved out breaths and slowly crawled over to Jack.
"Sean, Sean," Mark murmured as he sat beside him. Jack whimpered in reply, still shaking. Mark paused before setting the phone down.
"Come on, you big baby," Mark's joke was hollow as he gently drew Jack to sit upright. Jack continued to tremble, and Mark leaned down to press his chest against Jack's back as he consoled him in a hug.
"Shhhhh, shhhh..." Mark soothed as he hugged his blue eyed friend.
"Sir? Are you there?" The phone asked.
"Yeah, yeah..." Mark shifted a hand to grab the phone. He stopped when Jack gently laid a hand on his arm, as if refusing to let him leave. Mark tightened his other hand to reassure his friend before receiving the phone and lifting it to his ear.
"We're still here."
"Double check on your... Unconscious... Friend," The man instructed.
"Okay I- -" Mark cut himself off as Jack drew his other arm away and crawled on his hands and knees to stop beside Felix.
"What should we do to check?" Jack asked hoarsely. Mark stayed silent for a few moments before coming back.
"How do we check?"
"Carefully check his pulse on his neck and wrist. Linger your middle and index finger over a vein for awhile; if the heartbeat is slow, its hard to tell." The man instructed.
"Got that?" Mark asked. Jack nodded and hesitantly tested Felix's wrist.
"HOLY FUCKING CRAP I CAN FEEL IT!" Jack nearly let himself collapse in relief.
"He felt a pulse, now what?" Mark questioned.
"Is he breathing? Look at his chest and use the mirror fog," The voice explained.
"I don't see his chest movin!" Jack announced.
"Take this," Mark tossed Jack the phone before running out into their bathroom to grab a handed mirror.
"There's an ambulance," Marzia noted as she looked out through the back window. Amy pulled or to the curb and watched it.
"Its oddly close to the house..." Marzia murmured.
"Don't turn left, don't turn left, don't turn left..." Amy pleaded in a whisper. Her heart sank when it went through a red light and left.
"Mark."