It was a typical day, Invincible going out, fighting and landing in the hospital with injuries, you know, your best friend. It was normal for Mark.

He had some of his fingers broken, a broken leg, cuts on his chest, thighs, hips, arms, and face. He was very injured, but he was Invincible, always able to come back and survive.

His eyes slowly fluttered open as he slowly took in his surrounding. God, his body was hurting. He slowly turned his head and spotted you sitting by his bed. His mouth slowly opened. “Hey”