sorry

Mark's POV

It's all my fault.

Jackson.

Jackson.

"Jackson!"

"Mark! Calm down! Hold him down!" People in white surround me.

I feel their hands on me.

"Don't touch me! Get off of me." They need to go away.

I have to see Jackson.

He's hurt.

He fell with me.

He protected me.

His back hit the rocks.

I heard a crack.

I see the blood.

I hear the helicopters.

They take Jackson away.

They tell me he's sleeping.

Is he sleeping?

Or

Did he

"Jackson!" I scream from the top of my lungs.

I fight I push. These people need to get off of me. I need to go see Jackson.

Is he okay?

I didn't want to hurt him.

But I did.

"Jackson!" I scratch one of the women in white.

She hisses.

She's a snake.

She lied to me in the ambulance.

She said everything's going to be okay.

No it's not.

"Get off of me you bastards!" I won't stop fighting until I see Jackson.

"C'mon. Give me the restraints." I kick the doctor.

"No!"

"I don't want the restraints! Go away!" I feel cold leather on my wrists.

I scream.

I cry.

They tighten the restraints.

My arm hurts.

I think it broke when we fell.

I don't care about my arm.

"Jackson! I have to see Jackson!"

"He's fine Mark. He's sleeping." The other woman in white tries to calm me.

It doesn't work.

"He's sleeping? Doesn't that mean he's dead?" I look at the woman.

She looks away.

I look at the other doctors.

They have grim looks on their faces.

"No."

Did

Did he really die?

I was supposed to die!

Not Jackson!

I cry and scream more.

"No please no! Jackson can't be-"

Another scream pierces through my throat.

"Hurry hurry. We need to get him to a room quickly. He needs surgery immediately and his blood pressure is 160."

"Shit. He won't stop screaming either."

I thrash and flail on the gurney.

"Jackson! Jackson! Jackson! Jackson!"

I feel the people in white go away.

I hear an elevator.

But then I see him.

Jackson.

"Jackson!"

I cry.

His beautiful face.

It's bloody and bruised.

His lips are purple.

"Jackson! Wake up!" He doesn't move.

"Please Jackson wake up! Don't leave me!" I sit up in the gurney. The restraints snap and rip off of me.

I try to go to Jackson but they push me back down.

"No! Get off of me! No stop! Don't take me away! I have to stay with Jackson!"

"Jackson wake up! Please don't leave me! You said you're never going to leave me! You promised!"

I cry

I fight

I scream

I stretch for the man I love but I can't reach him.

He's far away.

Far far away.

In heaven.

But I don't want to believe it.

Someone is near him now.

They cover his face with the white sheet.

"No! Don't cover his beautiful face! He has to breath!"

They begin to roll him away.

"Jackson! No! Don't go! Stop! Leave him!"

Something goes bing.

They push into the elevator.

They're separating us.

No

No

"No!"

I continue to fight.

I want to go to Jackson.

He has to wake up!

I can't lose him too.

"Noooo! Get me out!" I bite the doctors hand.

He screams.

His hand is bleeding.

3 big men hold me down.

"Jackson!" I cry.

And cry

And cry

He's gone.

Jackson's gone.

I scream.

Another bing

Another scream

They push me out of the elevator.

I kick the 3 men off of me.

I attempt to get up but once again I'm pushed down.

But this time I feel a needle in my arm.

No.

I hate that.

I hate this.

"It's alright Mr. Tuan. You're in good care."

I hear other voices but they all meld together.

This drug is the worst.

I don't want to go to sleep.

I want to go to Jackson.

Jackson

I'm sorry.

It's all my fault.

You still would've been here if it wasn't for my selfishness.

I'm sorry.

I'm so so sorry.

I got a bit teary eyed while writing this. It's the long awaited update! Sorry I didn't update for so long.  I was in the hospital. But I'm fine now!(: To make it up to you guys I'll write another chapter tommorrow. Is that a good apology? 😅

Anyways the big question is.....

Is Jackson really dead?Thanks for reading!Anyoung!