(skip 4 months)

You were in the process of healing, doing really well. You felt as if you and Mark were bonding so much. But you knew for months, somehow you felt him becoming more than a friend. Neither of you had said anything, you felt like you had to, but you didn't know how.

You were at the stage where you knew you were strong enough to walk but Mark would let you. He was always worried that you would fall and have to re-recover. After what happened the first time you fell he had become far more protective to prevent anything like it again.

You always knew that Mark would be there if anything happened, and he was indeed. He had put up with your constant crap for 4 months straight, and he did it himself.

He even tried to help you with the women side of things. (If you know what I mean) But he obviously struggled during that time period, you were very emotional and hard to handle at times. (Am I right, ladies? We're a pain in the ass!)

Although Mark did a lot himself, Wade's girlfriend Molly came by a lot to help you with the things Mark couldn't help with, like women talk and bathing. Molly was growing to be one of your closest friends. She would stay in the front room with you while Mark made as many videos as he could.

Mark had told his closest friends that trusts about the situation he was in. He didn't tell anyone you didn't trust and the people he told had been very supportive. Wade, Matt and Ryan popped around a lot. It was nice to see so many people you had heard so much about. Jack skyped Mark when he could to check if you both were ok. He's so sweet, always happy to see Mark. 'Septiplier away!'

YOUR POV

You lay on your stomach on the sofa with your legs in the air, it didn't hurt much due to those pills. You checked through your texts, Facebook, Twitter and checked the band's profiles. They were tweeting #getwellpicx and so many fans were wishing you the best.

Mark walked into the room, giving you a warming smile. He sat on the bottom part of the sofa next to your legs. You put your phone down and sigh, so many heart warming messages. You let your whole body relax and dropped your legs onto Mark's lap. You could tell he was staring at you now, the sigh and then the silence was pretty self-explanatory. He spoke up suddenly.

"Was there any need for that. If your foot was a few inches closer, you would have squashed my testicles!"

"Maybe you would have deserved it, it's not as if you HAVE testicles!"

"Really now, you want to play like that!"

"What are you going to do. I'm in RECOVERY."

You swivel to your back and looked down your body at Mark.

"Ya know (Y/n), your not doing yourself any favours. Pay back is bottling up until your able to take the blow."

"Ooooooh, I'm sooooo scared..."

He shook his head at you, smiling at your sarcasm. You adjusted your shorts as you rubbed your cold feet against his legs, he was wearing his Markiplier PJ's. He put his warm hand on your ankle.

"Fuck! You're freezing."

"Oh, gee thanks!"

"Seriously, you must be a distant relative of ice!"

"It's not your business to be poking around the history of my ancestors!" You slowly scooch your body down the couch towards Mark. You shuffle next to him and hang your legs across his lap. "Warm me up, bitch,"

You said jokingly. He smiled and rubbed his hands up and down your legs. You feel his warm hands rubbing against your skin. Every now and then, you would flinch and grin at his touch. He was too distracted to notice.

"How am I doing? Am I a good radiator?"

"You're a crap radiator, all your doing is rubbing my legs."

"Well then. There goes my life long dream of being a radiator."

You slap his chest, he pretends to cry.

"Wow, you're a leaky radiator, even worse! No wonder no one wants you!"

He suddenly grabs you into a locked position in his arms, he was too strong to brake out of. You struggled for a bit until you started to feel pain and noticed his gaze. He just stared into your eyes as he spoke nervously.

"(Y/n), I have something to tell you."

"What?"

He was breathing heavily,

"H-Hold that thought."

He placed you gently on the couch before he sprinted up the staircase. 'Ok, he's out of the room. Now is the chance.' You flex your toes onto the carpet, slowly adding more weight. 'Ok, ok. Ready... NOW!'

You transfer all your weight to your legs. You sprung of the seat, wobbling for balance. 'Ok, I'll go to the other side of the room and back. No big deal.' You slowly put one foot in front of the other, concentrating on not falling over AGAIN. Your arms were spread to the sides as you started to find balance. When you got to the wall, you leaned against it, grinning. You slowly turn on the spot ready to head back before Mark sees you.

You heard the flush of a toilet and the running of taps, 'Fuck!' You knew you couldn't run, but you tried walking faster. You felt like you were loosing too much balance. 'Aint no fucking way I'm falling again!' You stopped and spread your arms to regain balance.

Mark jogged down the stairs not noticing you straight away. He was shocked but sounded happy and concerned,

"(Y/n), What the..."

"Mark, I'm fine. See, I'm walking!"

"What did I tell you? Why don't you listen to me?"

"The doctor said I can."

"But he didn't say you should."

"Why have you got to be such a bummer!"

He shook his head as he scooped you off your feet. You squealed as you were flung into his cradling arms. He spoke down at you,

"You're due a recovery check up. We'll head in tomorrow. Until then, no walking."

"Sure whatever. Wasn't there something you wanted to tell me?"

He sat down on the couch, tightening his grip on you. He quietly mutters to himself,

"Here goes nothing..."