Saved {A Markiplier Fanfiction} //COMPLETED//

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"Did you...?" I asked Mark.

"Y/N, it was so you could feel better," Mark tried to defend himself.

"You tricked me into taking a pill by mixing it in with my food!" I shouted angrily.

Surprisingly, I wasn't a crying mess by now. All of a sudden I felt nauseous.

"God fucking dammit," I groaned.

"What's wrong?" Mark asked, panicking.

Thankfully, Amy wasn't here to freak out with him.

"I feel sick," I said.

"Um, I think the doctor said that's a side-effect of the SSRI*," Mark tried to stay calm.

"W-Wait here, I'll get a bucket," he said, quickly leaving the room.

And as quick as Mark left he came back with a bucket and put it on my lap.

"It's fine, re-ally," I gagged.

"Oh God," Mark started to stress.

"Mark, calm d-own," I kept gagging.

"I can't calm down! You're almost throwing up!" Mark said in a high-pitched tone.

I just managed to reach and grab Mark's hand, causing him to stop and look at me. He smiled and sat next to me on my bed.

"I want it to st-op," I leaned closer to Mark.

"I know, it'll be over soon," Mark said softly.

I continued gagging, seeing Mark was extremely concerned and stressed, although he tried to hide it.

After five minutes it had slowly started to disappear, leaving just a little tint of sickness in my stomach.

"Thank you, Mark," I said, trying to catch my breath.

I looked down to see my hands were only mildly shaking, big improvement.

"Hey, look at that! You're getting better already! Oh, looks like the counsellor's here!" Mark said happily, hopping off the bed.

Then the next counseling session began.
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"Well, that's it for today!" Li said enthusiastically.

I nodded, forcing yet another smile.
My smile was never natural anymore, it was only forced.
Mark walked back in smiling broadly.

"So how'd it go?" He asked.

"Good," I replied.

I always say that.

"H-"

"Y/N!"

I heard my mother's voice.

I looked at Mark who was just as shocked as me when my mother walked in.

"W-what are you doing here?" I quavered.

Mark stood up and crossed his arms across his chest.

"Yeah, why are you here?" he questioned threateningly.