Hidden (a Septiplier story, Prolouge)

Mark’s POV
   I am in the hospital waiting room, again, another abdominal surgery. Seriously, I have these like once every other week! My health seems to be failing me and if nothing drastic changes soon, I’m probably gonna die. I'm not that scared, I’ve had a year or so to contemplate it, and I’ve decided. If it happens, it’ll be better than the hell I’m in.
   When I’m actually in school my life isn't that bad, I have friends, make relatively good grades, yea. My friends are amazing, at least one of them comes to give me my homework in the hospital every day. Usually either Bob, Wade or Felix.
   I’m used to the procedure. The anesthesiologist just walked in, so I let him weigh me, test my blood pressure, just routine.
   Routine.
   And a bit more of the routine before I’m put under general anesthesia in the operating room. I drift out of consciousness, a welcomed feeling by now.
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   I lazily open my eyes in the recovery room, hooked up to an IV drip, and a bandage over yet another scar. My eyes are half closed as I'm still half under the anesthesia… I see…
   My eyes open wide to see a boy my age standing in the corner next to the window, he has brown hair with a green floof on top and some of the bluest eyes I’ve seen… b-but h-he has w-wings?!? I have never experienced hallucinations from the anesthesia. I hope I was just imagining the wings, and the boy was actually there, so I didn't call out to a hallucination.
   “H-hello?” Ugh… my voice sounds terrible from lack of use.
   He simply waved back with a smile before opening the window, AND FLYING THE FUCK OUT OF IT.
   Shit. I was talking to a hallucination.