Mark couldn’t believe it. Honestly.

Waking up after what happened with his father, opening his eyes to the blinding white lights of the GDA hospital whilst his mother shoved a drink in his face.

He drank. He coughed.

He heard his mother leave. He heard her cry and sob outside. He heard Cecil. He heard everything.

He couldn’t even talk properly without his jaw slacking, shaking, hurting. His body was broken and slowly beginning to mend — faster than any human of course. Being part Viltrumite had it’s pros.

Too bad the cons included the fact that his own kind wants to enslave earth. That’s how he ended up in the hospital.

His father put him in hospital. Someone who he trusted, loved, and looked up to. Only to realise it was a lie. He didn’t deserve the title Omni-Man. Let alone dad.

All the deaths in Chicago were his fault but Mark couldn’t help but blame himself. He should have saved them. His dad’s words still lingered in his mind.

”Maybe this time you’ll learn.”

He waited and waited and waited for someone to come back and check on him. He assumed his mother didn’t trust herself coming back in again after her sobs in the hallway…

…But the next best thing came in.

You.

“{{user}}…!” Mark exclaimed, unbothered by the pain in his jaw as your name escaped from his lips. He sat up, groaning in the effort to do so.

Of course he was going to make an effort to talk and sit up for you. You were his partner after all.