Mark's POV:
I wake up in the hospital, and I'm terrified, but I don't remember why. Then I notice Sean isn't next to me.
"SEAN! JACK! WHERE ARE YOU?"
A nurse runs in.
"It's okay sir! He's in the room next door."
EVERY TIME WE COME TO A HOSPITAL, IT ENDS UP LIKE THIS! DON'T YOU PEOPLE UNDERSTAND THAT IF WE'RE NOT TOUCHING BOTH OF US WILL DIE? YOU DON'T WANT THAT, DO YOU?"
"No, of course not! BRING HIM IN!"
Four nurses rush in, with an unconscious Sean.
"What happened?"
"He fell out of the bed, according to you, and broke something. Well, multiple things. His left leg is shattered, his collarbone, his left arm, and he has a stab wound in his side. What happened was no mere accident. Someone had to have put a lot of pressue on his body to fo this much damage. And unless the floor attacked him, we don't really know who it could be. All we know, is that it was a Swiss Army Knife, and an old one. Rusty. If you find one, that might be the weapon. It was stainless steel as well."
"What the fuck? I don't...I can't... I WON'T let this happen."
I place my hand on his, and he starts to stir, they made sure that his right side was facing me.
"M-merk? Is that you?" His eyes are closed.
"Yes baby, it's me. Please, open those beautiful blue eyes!"
His eyes open, but they aren't his eyes. They belong to Anti.
"Hello, Mark. I need to tell you something before he can take over again."
He whispers into my ear.
"Please leave, nurses. Thank you." They leave, and Anti relaxes.
"I know who did this, but I don't know their name. They are female and-"
He cuts off in the middle of his sentence, and Sean's blue eyes take over.
"M-merk?"
"Yes, Sean?"
"It hurts so much."
"I know baby. It'll get better."
"No, not that. The fact that I remember everything."
"You do?"
"Yes. I know who and how and why."
"Wow. Anti was about to tell me, before you woke up."
"We were awake at the same time. Having a conversation."
"Th-That's not even POSSIBLE! How?"
"I've been doing it for a while now, we both acknowledge each other, and then he and I talk. I don't know if it'll work with Dark. Try it for me?"
"Anything for you."
I acknowledge Dark, and he acknowledges me. And I let him talk first.
"Hello, Sean."
"Hi, Dark!"
"Hey Babe."
"Hey Mark!"
"This feels weird. But kinda nice."
"Yeah. Does it look weird?"
"Yes. Half your face and body are Darks, and the rest is you. You look strange."
"You try it then. Lets see."
"Okay."
He flinches, but then Anti takes over half of his body. The eyes are the weirdest thing about it.
"How do we look? I'm assuming as weird as the two of you. Really. Get a mirror."
"We look weirder than them, with yer green eye next to me blue one, Anti."
"I suppose. How are you, Dark? Mark?"
"I'm fine, little dizzy. You?"
"I'm fine. Mark, Is this odd to you? Or is it just me?"
"It takes a few tries to get used to."
"I'll bet it does. This is really disorientating, only being able to see out of one eye."
"Wait till ye try walking, Merk. That's REALLY difficult."
Outside, the doctors and nurses were looking in, curious as to what the two men were talking about, and then Mark/Dark and Sean/Anti turned towards them. They all scream.
"That was fun. I liked their faces! Wow!"
"Yeah. That was so much fun!"
"I liked it. That was odd to do though...Oh well. Do ya think they think we're insane or have some condition though?"
"I think so. Here comes a nurse. Time to disappear guys. Ready Merk?"
"Ready for what?"
"They're gonna do a full exam on us, cause they think there's somethin wrong wit us."
"Oh. Guess so. Here we go."
"H-hello gentlemen. How are you?"
"I'm fine. Sean?"
"I'm all good."
"We have to run some tests. Okay?"
"Okay."
"Yeah."
After the exam, they declare us healthy, and we go home, but in an ambulance. I open the doors, and lift Sean out.
"Are you okay babe?" I say as he winces.
"Yeah. Just be a bit more gentle."
"Sorry. I'll try."
We get into the house, and discover that all of our stuff is either smashed or gone. There is spray paint on the wall, saying,"You gays disgust me! Go die in a hole!"
"911 what is your emergency?"
"I would like to report a crime! Our stuff is gone or smashed, there is a hateful message on our wall, and our windows are smashed! Please send some squad cars!"
I thank the lord that Chica was staying at my parent's house, and not here. I don't want to imagine what would have happened had she been here.