AN: So I know you guys probably hated me last week since I left you hanging! Sorry about that! I figured the element of surprise would keep you on your toes! I've been super busy with the Markiplier fanpage on facebook! If you guys haven't done so, give it a look! We're up to 23 likes! I post every day and live video stream every two weeks. So if you guys want to join I would be so happy! This chapter won't be as hectic, I promise! Anyway! Onward!
"Mom! Please, drive faster!" I said, anxiously in the passenger seat. I was gripping the door handle of the car so tight my knuckles were white.
"Carly, calm down. I can't go any faster, the traffic won't let me." She replied.
"I just have this horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach." I said, feeling queasy. My mom glanced over at me with a thoughtful look. We pulled up to the hospital and I jumped out before the car could be put into park.
"I'll park the car and meet you inside!" I heard my mom call out to me.
The inside of the hospital was buzzing. I could feel the vibrations of the emergency room rumbling through my body. Time seemed to warp itself out of tune. Everything and everyone seemed to blur and slow down. Sounds were muffled and far away. It felt like someone had put pieces of cotton over my ears and eyes and I was trying to interpret basic human sounds but it was impossible. My heart hammered in my chest and I could feel the prickling feeling of tears rushing to my eyes.
"Ma'am? Can I help you?" A nurse at a desk asked, looking at me with a concerned look.
"I guess. Um, I need some help. I'm looking for someone. He should be here but I don't know where he's at." I said, shaking.
"How are you related?" the nurse said.
"He's my fiancé."
"I'm sorry but I can't give out a patient's information to anyone other than a spouse or immediate family."
"Please! I need to know that he's okay!"
"Carly? What's wrong?" My mom asked, walking up behind me. I walked away from the desk.
"She told me I couldn't see him because I'm not immediate family." I said, feeling tears trickling down my cheeks. I felt my legs give out. My mom caught me and I was moved to a chair.
"Ma'am, does she need to be seen?" a male nurse ran up. My mom told him I was fine and she pulled me close.
"It's going to be okay honey. Don't worry." She said, patting my back. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I pulled it out.
"Carly? Where are you?" Ryan asked breathlessly.
"They won't let me up to see him. They said I'm not family and won't tell me where he is!" I said, sobbing into the phone.
"Just come up. The room number is 615. Mark wants to see you."
"Mom, they told me the number. Come with me?" I said, walking to the elevators.
The elevator stopped on the sixth floor. I walked briskly down the long, antiseptic hallways. I scanned the doorways, looking for the number Ryan had given me. I found him standing outside of the room. He looked tired and his eyes were filled with worry.
"Carly! He's been mumbling about you since he got here. He's going to be fine. He was shot but the bullet went all the way through so recovery will be shorter." He said. I felt the tears flowing again and I hugged him. I felt the sobs rattling my body. "Are you going to be okay?"
"Yeah, I just wanted to get all this out before going in. The last thing he needs to see is me in a wrecked state." I said, chuckling and wiping my eyes. I turned to the door and took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
I walked into the room and a smile spread on my lips as soon as I saw Mark. He had a hospital gown on and he was in bed. He smiled back and motioned for me to come closer. I walked up to him and sat on the bed. I touched his leg and he pulled me close for a hug. I could feel his body tense and I pulled away.
"Is everything okay?" I asked, looking him in the eye.
"Yeah, just a little sore." He said, clearing his throat.
"Mark, what happened?"
"That girl followed me. I guess she thought it was you in the car. There were more of them. And they had a gun this time." He replied, sighing.
"How long are you supposed to be here?" I asked, holding his hand.
"I should be able to leave tomorrow. Did you figure anything about the house?"
"Yeah, I chose the one Pam showed us."
"Good. I liked that one. Whenever I get out, we can move in." he said. "I need to talk to the police. Stay with me?" he asked. I nodded and cuddled up to him.