WOW! I haven't updated this story is AGES! I actually gave it up *Deleted it* On my Wattpad account, but I re-read it, and found some ideas, hope this chapter is go enough for you! It's not very good, as I've been completely out of ideas...
Mark laid on his bed, the light off, his head resting on his pillow. A loud buzz broke the silence, and Mark growled, sitting up with a upset groan. His hand groped the air, aimlessly searching the bedside table beside him, his glasses apparently not there. His hand reached the lights, illuminating the room, his phone now available for finding. He groaned, and muttered a,
" Who in the hell would..." Before gasping, a tired smile on his lips. As he read the name of the person who had texted him. But, unfortunately, the happiness was short-lived, as his eyes scanned the message.
JackABoy~ AKA: Leprechaun
Markie...I'm Sorry...
Mark quickly attempted to call the Irish male, but to no avail, he failed to pick up, fueling Mark's stress. Mark then called Felix, who did pick up, unlike Mark's past few calls.
"Felix! I need a favour!" Mark sighed, and frowned as the Swedish Male answered back, "Nice to hear from you too. And sure bro, what's up?" Mark sat down on his bed, and began to explain what had been happening.
"Uhhh...Sure...I'll go check on him..." Felix answered uncertainly, eyeing Marzia on the other side of the room. Mark smiled gratefully, before ending the call with a sad,
"Thanks...I'm really worried..."
Felix stepped up to the Irish male's door, politely knocking, before stepping in, seeing as the door with unlocked.
"Jack?" He called, looking around the room. The lights were off, and the unsettling smell of...blood filled his nose. He called out the other's name once more, to only be met with silence.
"Sean?" "Jackaboy?" Felix sighed, walking up the stairs. The smell was heavier now, and a rush of worry filled the Swedish man's stomach. He broke into a fast-paced walk, and headed to the bathroom, the only place that light poured from.
Felix gasped. Jack laid there, his arm rested on the side of the tub, his other hand gripping a dull knife. Felix dove to his knees, feeling for a pulse. He found one, and smiled lowly, it was faint, but there was one at least. He grabbed a towel hurriedly, and rested it on his friend's arm, wrapping it up. He grabbed his phone, holding it to his arm with his shoulder.
"Yes? What is your issue?" The woman asked and, as Felix began to mop up the blood, he replied, " Yes, um, i found my friend...He's dying from blood loss...Please...Please send someone..." He exclaimed, pressing the towel hard to the wound. The woman made a noise, and answered, " Okay, we are sending someone your way, please do what you can for him while you wait." Felix nodded, and hung up. pulling Jack into his lap, smiling down at him.
The medics walked in, taking Jack hurriedly away from Felix, hooking machines to the body. Felix, nerves feeling his body, grabbed his phone, his hands shaking.
"Mark? Ummm...I have some horrible news..." He started, then re-told the past 45 minutes, ending with the quiet sobs of Mark, and the silent tears that were streaming down Felix's face.
"I'm taking the next flight over...Please...Felix...Please...Take care of him..." Mark said finally, before ending the call.
There!~ That chapter's done, it's all I could manage right now, i have the next chapter in the works. Hope you like it~! Please comment what you think about it~!