A/N: very sad story I came up with while watching JeanxMarco music videos on YouTube…
Jean walks down the body ridden street, his face upturned in discussed behind his mask. He holds out his gloved hands in equal discussed as he remembers the severed limbs and dismembered bodies he's had to pick up. Jean looks to his left. Then he slowly turns to his right and stops. His face falls as his eyes trail up the mangled body of the dead soldier lying against the wall beside him. But once his eyes reach the face of the half-eaten soldier his heart stops and his face now takes on the look of pure anguish and terror. "It's you. Mar…..co?" he whispers unsure of himself as he looks upon the blank face of the once joyful soldier. His hands drop as he turns around, bile rising up in his throat at the sight of the scene. "Excuse me but do you know who this soldier is?" a female voice asks. "Why do you want to know?" Jean chokes out as he tries to hold back the oncoming tears. "Because we need to account all the soldiers who are dead so we can notify their families of their death." She states, no sympathy in her voice. "Squad leader 19….. Marco Bodt." He mutters as he walks away from the scene.
Jean awakes with a start. His chest heaving as he tries to get air into his lungs. He clutches his head in his hands as he feels tears threaten to fall. "Mhm? Jean what's wrong?" the person in bed next to him asks concern lacing their groggy voice. "M-Marco…" Jean mutters out as the tears fall from his eyes. "Jean? Jean are you…are you crying?" the person asks as they sit up and wrap their arms around the distraught Jean. "Marco…pleases don't leave me again." Jean pleads in a frantic sob as he returns the embrace. "I wouldn't dream of it Jean." Marco states as he wraps his arms tighter around Jean. Jean glances up at Marco a slight look of relief in his puffy eyes. "Promise?" he asks as he searches the freckled boys face for any signs of his answer. "I promise." Marco says as a smile makes its way onto his face. "Now let's go back to sleep" Marco says biting back a yawn as he lays down, jean still wrapped in his arms as he drifts off to sleep.
Marco wakes up hours later to find the right side of the bed empty. 'Guess he went to work already…' he thinks as he yawns and sits up in bed. Slowly he peels back the covers and places his feet on the carpeted floor. "Guess I'll go and do the grocery shopping." He mumbles as he stands up and shuffles to the bathroom to take a shower. After his quick shower he gets dressed and walks downstairs. He makes himself a quick breakfast and eats as he writes down stuff they need from the grocery store. List in hand and breakfast finished Marco puts on his favorite black convers and walks out the door. He shuts and locks the door behind him then walks down the street a few blocks to the crosswalk.
Once he reaches the crosswalk he stops. He starts humming a tune as he waits for the signal to walk across the street. Once it says it safe to walk he sets out across the street still humming. But he stops humming as he hears the blast of a car horn and the screeching of tires. He turns only to meet the sight of a car speeding towards him incredibly fast. Before he could move the car makes impact, throwing him a few feet from the vehicle as it finally stops. The ringing in his ears drowns out the screams of people as he lays there motionless. His vision blurs as he sees a man hover over him shouting something inaudible. Then finally his eyes shut and his breathing slows.
Jean looks at his phone as he hears it ring. He looks down only to see Marco calling him? He answers it. "Hello? Marco I didn't think you would be up yet." He said as he shuffled in his seat at his desk. "Sir this isn't Marco but the police. This was the emergency contact on his phone…Im sorry to say that he has been hit by a car and is in critical condition. Please come to Trost emergency center to hear more on his condition." The man states in an emotionless voice. Jean doesn't say a word as his phone slips from his hand, falling on the floor with an audible thud as it seems like time slows. 'Marco…critical condition? Hit by…a car?' he thinks as he tries to process the information giving to him. He's brought back to reality at the sound of his coworker Eren's voice. "Horse face are you ok? You look really pale." Eren states his arm slung on the back of his office chair. "I…I have to go." Jean mutters as he quickly stands grabbing his phone and car keys. He dashes out of the offices and ignores the courses of 'what's going on' yelled by his coworkers. He finds his car quickly and starts it up and races to the hospital, the only thought he has are of Marco.
Jean rushes into the hospital and runs for the front desk. "Marco Bodt. Where's his room?!" he yells his voice filled with panic. "Room 19. That's the hall." The lady from behind the desks states as she points down the hall on her right. He mutters a rushed thank you as he runs to the room she directed him to. Once at the door to the room he stops. 'What if im too late…what if that nightmare is real now?' he thinks in a panic as he twists the door knob and opens the door slowly. He walks in as he looks around the room purposely avoiding looking at the figure laid in the hospital bed. "You must be Mr. Kirstein." A man asks from the door way. Jean turns around and looks at the man. He looks down at his name tag which reads Dr. Jaeger. "Yes that's me. You must be Marco's doctor." He states a grim look etches onto his face. "Yes. Im Dr. Jaeger" he says in sickeningly sympathetic tone of voice as he glances at Marco. "Well what's his condition Doctor?" Jean hisses out, venom lacing his words.
"Well Mr. Kirstein… Marco right upper torso and right arm has been crushed. His face badly bruised and mangled due to the fact that he skidded a good 2 feet down the street at 25 miles per hour. His right eye punctured. His right lung punctured as well. The chances of him surviving this are not good. Even with surgery his chances of survival are very slim. But the only problem with doing the surgery is that his body might not be able to take the stress. It's your call whether we do the surgery or not." Dr. Jaeger said as he looked at his clipboard. Jean clenches his fists and grits his teeth as he absorbs the information. "Please make sure he survives." He mutters as tears fall from his eyes. Dr. Jaeger nods and walks out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
Jean walks over to Marco's left side and carefully grasps Marco's hand. He leans down and softly kisses Marco's chapped and bruised lips. He draws back from the kiss and looks at Marco's face. His eyes filled with love and sorrow for his bed ridden lover. "You promised that you wouldn't leave me again…please keep that promise." He whispers as he clutches his hand tighter and lets the last of his tears fall, only to vanish into the white sheets of the hospital bed.
A/N: What have I just written?! I made myself cry when I had to read over this! My feels they hurt!