AN- Yay~ Chapter four.

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.

Amber eyes opened slowly. They stared at a white ceiling, registering what they saw.

Jean pulled himself up into a sitting position, using his left arm to support his body. With blurry vision, he looked around. There was still light out and there was just enough sunlight coming from a window to be able to see his surroundings. 'Right… I'm back home.' He looked to his right and saw a note written in neat handwriting that he recognized as his mother's. 'When did I even fall asleep?' The teen turned his body so his legs could hang off the side of his bed.

While reaching to grab the white paper, he felt his stomach growl in hunger. He didn't actually like eating so much, not at that moment at least. From being unconscious for half a week, he was fed through a tube, and even after he woke up, Dr. Smith didn't allow Jean to eat any type of regular food for two weeks. All he could eat was a flavorless porridge that made him gag at first, but he eventually got used to it. And even after those two weeks, the blonde never ate any heavy or greasy meals; he could only eat something plain like a salad or soup.

He picked up the paper and began to read it.

Dear Jean,

I was called back in for work. I'm sorry we couldn't spend the rest of the day doing something together. I left your lunch/dinner in the microwave. Eat as much as you can. Your painkillers are on your bedside table. Take one every 12 hours or when you are feeling particularly achy.

Love,

Your Mom

Jean grinned at small heart and smiley face his mom drew at the bottom. He then looked to where the note previously was and saw a small orange bottle, that he guessed was the painkillers his mom wrote about. The teen stood up, limping his way out of his room and into the kitchen. He opened the microwave, checking to see if the promised food was there, and indeed it was. It was a basic meal of chicken and white rice covered with plastic food wrap. The amber-eyed male wasn't sure if he could stomach it, but decided to try and eat anyway. He peeled off the plastic and set the microwave to 2 minutes while looking behind him to check the time on a clock in the dining room. It read 5:37. 'Oh yeah, I was going to call Marco when school ended.'

Jean turned around, limping to get back to his room. 'Yup. This is already getting annoying.' He walked through the already open door and found the forgotten bag on the floor. Digging through the bag, he picked out his small flip phone and dropped the bag back onto its place on the floor. Jean looked through his contacts, finding Marco's name once more and pressed the call button.

Anticipation. It filled his very being as he brought his phone ear, hearing the sound of the phone number dialing. First tone. Second tone. The call connected. He could feel his heartbeat quicken in the slightest bit.

"Hey, Mar-"

"Hello, sorry I can't come to the phone right now. Please, leave a message after the beep. -Beep-" A sudden sharp pain appeared in his chest.

'It only rang twice… Did…did he ignore my call?' The teen ended the call, closing his phone shut and placing it on the dining table. 'Was my mom wrong? Is Marco really avoiding me?' He looked at the microwave, seeing that it was done even though he had not heard the timer go off. Jean opened the microwave once more, taking out the plate of food and walking it over to the wooden table. He limped back to the microwave and shut it as he pulled the drawer that was filled with utensils open. 'Why am I acting like this? It's not like he's obligated to me.' He picked up a fork out of the drawer, but dropped it in the process. The blonde pushed the drawer back in, and bent over to pick up the fork.

He hadn't noticed it before, but his hand was shaking. Jean bit his bottom lip, and brought his hand up, holding his face in something akin to shame.

"Why?" The tight feeling in his chest was back, grasping his heart in a tight hold. 'It hurts.' He groaned, frustrated with these feelings that he never recalled having to experience before. "Why?" A tingly sensation formed in his eyes, that he immediately knew was him about to cry. "No, I refuse to cry over him again."

With that, the blonde grabbed the fork off the floor and wiped with his shirt on his way over to the table. He sat down, eating quickly and rather aggressively. However, midway of his third bite he stopped, placing his fork onto his plate and pushing said plate away. Jean dropped his head onto the surface of the table, hitting his forehead lightly and placing his left hand on his lap as the other was still supported by his blue arm sling.

Jean looked out the dining room window, seeing but no longer registering what they saw. The teen blinked slowly; eyes dark and glazed over.

"I do miss him. God knows why, but I really do miss him." No longer in denial, he sat up straight again and pulled the plate back to himself. With a blank expression, the blonde continued eating. After a good twenty minutes, he was done and brought the dirty plate over to the sink, turning on the faucet and back off to rinse the plate. Instinctively, he walked to his room and turned on the TV, sitting on his bed to watch.

Hours passed when he heard the doorbell ring. He figured it was his mom and she simply forgot her key to the house, but that was silly since it was always on the set of car keys she used. Jean got off his bed and made his way towards the door. The bell rang once more. Twice more. It kind of pissed the blonde off, and his limping and having to take his time wasn't helping. Gritting his teeth, he shouted "I'm coming!" He sighed in relief when the bell stopped ringing. 'I should have grabbed my crutches on the way out of my room.'

The teen swung the door open, ready to give whoever was on the other side a mouthful. But once he saw who it was, he was at a loss for words. Everything froze and the only thing he could manage to say was, "Marco?"

There at his front doorsteps was his supposed black-haired, freckle-faced friend, Marco, sweating and panting like he had just ran a marathon.

AN- Annnnnd done. Chapter 4 is completo. You probably expected that though, huh?