chris hadn’t felt this much heaviness in his stomach since he was working in the air force. mark was left alone… alone on mars with no one to help him. no one to truly talk to. and despite what the commander said, the doctor blamed himself; after all, he’d been so quick to tell melissa that mark was DEAD. without another word, chris had slipped off to his quarters, curling up with one of mark’s sweatshirts. was it sappy? yes. but the familiar scent of his best friend made it like mark wasn’t too far off… it eased his frayed nerves. he was usually better than this.
“hey, beth” he murmured softly, patting his bed as in invitation for her to come sit with him. chris’ grip on the sweatshirt loosened slightly. “it’s my fault a little. i told the commander mark was dead… but mark was alive down there, alone.”
she LOOKED ON AS HE onto his friends sweatshirt. they all cared about mark, and they would try their hardest to bring him back. in that moment, they were all just doing what they were trained to do and there was no way they could have known that he survived the storm. letting out a soft sigh, she made her way over and sat down besides him on his bed. she watched as his grip loosened slightly on the sweatshirt but noticed how he wasn’t ready to let it go. the SIGHT ABSOLUTELY BROKE her heart and it made her even more determined to do whatever it was they had to to bring mark home safely.
“ you had no way of knowing that he survived the fall; none of us did. mark is strong and you know that he will find a way to survive until we are able to get to him and bring him home. you were just doing your job chris; that’s all any of us could do. we will bring him home I promise you that. ”
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