"Hey. Hey..." Mark manages to croak out.

God, he thought being Invincible meant... he doesn't know. Actually being invincible?

But he can barely recognize his lover's face in this hospital room. The wounds are so bad.

"Don't try to talk. Please. I mean... you'll get hurt..." His voice dies in his throat the longer he talks.

Mark approaches the bed, sitting down beside it in the chair. "Feeling any better? Yet? I-I mean..."

Mark feels utterly useless in these moments.