Title: Blood Knife Nightmare
Summary: "Sweetheart, don't move, okay? I'll be back in a minute." Mark went into the kitchen and heard a crash; hearing Phil grunt and watching him cringe. Jeff rushed over to his side, holding his lover's hand. "Jeff…?" "Jeff?" Mark's eyes were staring at him. His pretty baby was imagining things.
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~ B L O O D! knife nightmare ~

Phil had been having a fever for weeks.

Phil stayed at his room for weeks but the fever just got worse. The Doctor said it'll fade away and that pissed Mark off that they wouldn't properly diagnose his baby. Phil was curled up into a ball half the time and his fever just seemed to get worse every time he was touched. Phil seemed to be remembering something but he wouldn't tell Mark anything half the time. He'd hear Phil's giggles and sweet cajoles.

Phil's childish happy nature was absent for years. They'd been married for about a week right now and Phil hadn't had the same glow in his face when he was asleep. Mark adored every inch of him and seeing him so happy made his heart ache since he'd known he wasn't the reason for Phil's overjoyed happiness but along with the ache came some sort of rage.

Mark stared at Phil whom looked quite sick with his gray skin and his bloodshot red eyes even if he seemed to be asleep almost every time he walked in. Phil stared at Mark's face with a sweet smile on his face. Phil's stomach roared. Mark realised it was his cue to get the hungry Phil some food.

"Sweetheart, don't move, okay? I'll be back in a minute." Mark went into the kitchen and he'd barely left the room before hearing a crash. He raced over back to the room, his heart beating as he stared, hearing Phil grunt and watching him cringe.

Mark rushed over to his side, holding his lover's hand.

"Jeff…?"

"Jeff?" Mark's eyes were staring at him. His pretty baby was imagining things.

"Jeff?" he repeated again, giving that sweet giggle and stared at him with those lively eyes. His skin was still gray but was more radiant. Phil himself was more radiant. Mark felt a pang of pain. The reason that Phil was so happy because he was remembering his two-week relationship with Jeff, before his suicide. Jeff specifically said in his suicide note that he didn't want anyone to bury him since he wanted his body to still be exposed in the same room. Then the rage masked the pain but he couldn't bear to hit his beloved and at the same time, he wanted to burn the knife through him.

After calling the Doctor, the Doctor simply stared at him before telling him that when Phil's eyes were closed, he obviously wasn't sleeping and now he was sleeping but with wide, awake eyes and Phil was also abusing narcotics as he'd realised from the stash underneath his bed so he might be in that state for a while now. His dreams were projected to Mark's reality and Phil thought he was dreaming. He thanked the Doctor promptly before returning to Phil whom seemed to cock his head.

"Do you remember that horrible nightmare I had?" Phil asked, his voice really soft and sweet but Mark didn't even remember Phil mentioning a nightmare, then he remembered that Phil thought he was Jeff. Phil blinked for a moment before telling Mark everything.

"There was this knife and it killed me. It killed me so bad, Jeffy! It ran through my heart… Do you believe that, Jeffy? Hold me, Jeffy." Phil's face was full of bliss.

Mark had never felt like he belonged any better.

For the next few days, Phil was telling him of nightmares he'd previously had and they were lost into another reality. Mark was holding him all the time, kissing his cheek and Phil seemed so in bliss, and Mark didn't mind being called 'Jeff' anymore even though it did tick him sometimes that he was thought of as nothing compared to Jeffery Nero Hardy. Then the day came when Mark found him deeply in sleep. The Doctor said that he was due to wake up and remember reality again.

Mark's heart was filled with a sigh and a burning sadness, knowing that Phil's face would return to being full of longing and apathy and he can never catch his attention again. His heart burned with a despair and desire to have Phil love him. But Phil was in love with dead Jeff…Phil…Mark plopped his body up and just thought of something. With a playing smile and insanity driving through, Mark escaped the room.

~ B L O O D! knife nightmare ~

"Mark…Mark…" Phil murmured into his sleep.

He felt a hand shaking him and he slowly opened his eyes to see Jeff standing there, looking slightly more tired than usual. "God, Phil, a second there I thought you were cheating on me with another man."

Phil felt flustered. "Just woke up from a long, long dream…another nightmare I think…you were dead."

Jeff huffed. "Better than that blood knife nightmare."

Phil smiled sweetly and said that he was going to go shower. Jeff moved towards the mirror and stared at himself, fixing his hair back into a ponytail before biting down his lower lip. Mark had switched his body with Jeff's. It was just so wrong and so evil and he can't really get used to living in Jeff's body but that happiness in Phil's face - when he realised that marrying Mark was just a dream and that they were back together again…

That type of happiness was a drug.

And Mark would get high on his drug any time now.

He realised he had to tell Phil.

"Hey, Jeffy, wanna take a shower with me…?" Phil purred.

Someday.

Maybe.

Jeff smirked softly. "Coming, baby!"

With a slight pang of uncertainty and pain, Jeff drifted away towards the bathroom and he realised in the end that it might just be worth it to see his pretty little ravenette in the shower with those sweet olive eyes and that curved face and the blood knife nightmare might've just begun because when Phil realised the truth, it'll all stab him like a knife in the back.

"There was this knife and it killed me. It killed me so bad, Jeffy! It ran through my heart…"

~ B L O O D! knife nightmare ~

...XD. Maniac!Mark.

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X Sam.