AN-Enjoy the chapter~
Warning: Rating will most likely change, eventual yaoi.
Disclaimer: I don't own Shingeki no Kyojin, and even if I did I wouldn't change it. It's a wonderful manga/anime.
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A bright light shined in the sleeping blonde's face. The brightness made him wince in annoyance and open his eyes. Rubbing his face with his left hand and noting that he couldn't move his right one, hell his whole right arm was immobile. He also noted that there were bandages on the right side of his face. 'God...what the hell happened. My whole right side hurts...'
The blonde felt an odd weight on his lap and looked down. His eyes widened in surprise. 'Who the fuck is this?' He looked down at the male whose head was on his lap. He had black hair that was split in the middle, and freckles that blemished his face. However, the more Jean looked at him, the more he found the freckles appealing rather than ugly. It suited him in a weird way. He ignored his thoughts and pretended that he had not just thought the raven-haired male on his lap was attractive. The male's breathing was slow and even, and he seemed to be asleep.
"Hey..." Jean shook the male ruthlessly. "Hey. Wake up." He said more sternly. The male stirred and opened his eyes slowly, seemingly registering that he had fallen asleep and that Jean was now awake. He shot his head up, eyes wide. The male grabbed Jean's left hand, happy tears streaming down his face.
"Oh god! Jean, you're awake! I-" He choked on his words swallowing hard before he continued. "Th-they told me that you might not wake up! They told me you might have fallen into a coma! But I k-knew you'd pull...through... What? Why are you looking at me like that?" The young man loosened his grip on Jean's hand as something occurred to him.
"Who are you?" Jean asked, confused. He pulled his hand away, uncomfortable with a stranger being so touchy-feely with him. The other male's face visibly fell, but put on a fake smile.
"Ha...haha...not funny, Jean. You scared me for a second there."
"Who the hell are you, and how to you know my name?"
"Oh...oh god." The freckle-faced male held his face in his hands. "They said something like this might happen. But I didn't think I would be true." He looked up from his hands and despite his flat tone of voice, hot tears were gushing from his eyes.
"Hey-" Jean started, but was immediately cut off by the sound of a door opening. A middle-aged man with a white coat over his basic suit walked through the threshold.
"I see you're awake, Jean. Now tell me, how are you feeling?" When he saw the man with the white coat it was reminded him of doctors or scientists but once the man asked that question, it was obvious that he was in a hospital.
"I feel like shit." Jean replied, not even caring about the use of vulgar language in the presence of an elder.
"That should be expected. Do you remember what happened?"
"No." The raven-haired male stayed quiet as Jean and the doctor discussed his health.
"I feared so..." The doctor's face became grave, his blue eyes glazing over. "Well, I am Dr. Smith. Mr. Kir-"
"Please, Jean is okay."
"Jean, I'm not going to sugarcoat anything, so basically you've lost your memory." That was the start of a one-sided conversation between Jean and Dr. Smith.
After a good hour or two, Jean was fully informed of what happened, but he still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that the freckle-faced male was someone named Marco and that he pushed him out of the way of a bus, taking the hit himself. Perhaps he couldn't understand it because he was just a stranger to him, another face he never met before. They concluded that Jean indeed remember things, in fact almost everything. The only thing he couldn't remember was Marco and how he ended up in the hospital. It was all a gray haze. Dr. Smith had left Jean to his own thoughts
"What were we?" Jean asked out of the blue, a few minutes after the blonde doctor left. Marco seemed to have saddened even more at Jean's use of the word "were".
"Friends...we were friends." Marco bit his bottom lip, as if to stop himself from saying anything stupid or rash. "Jean... I guess I'll go." Marco looked depressed. "See you in school."
"...Yeah...see ya..." Jean rubbed the nape of his neck. His eyes widened as he remembered something, or at least a quick glimpse of it. A memory came flooding back and as soon as it came it left. That short second left him confused, even more than before, and all he could make out was a dead body, a jumble of emotions, and waking up.
He massaged his temple, feeling an oncoming headache.
'This is going to be a long day.'
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AN- I think I remember that when I watched "Boys Over Flowers", Goo Jun-pyo lost his memory when he got hit by a car and like he only forgot Geum Jan-di because he was thinking about her while he got into the accident and he was having like stress and anxiety over her. So, the brain being derpy, its immediate response was to forget her because his body was getting rid of the cause of anxiety and stress. Basically same concept here, Jean was thinking about Marco at the time but like since his body was under so much pressure, he forgets him, everything he ever did with him, and the accident.