A/N: another update for the people who enjoy reading this little story~ plus a thank you for those who commented. X3

First pov is when Marco is in his coma!

Jeans grip tightened on Marco's hand. "Please…" Jean pleaded quietly as Marco's heart beat stopped. Silence engulfed the room as the monitor signaled Marco's heart stopping. Jean slumped in his seat as he listened to the sad constant reminder of his lover's death. "Mar…co" Jean whispered as he loosened his grip on Marco's hand.

…..…..beep…beep…..beep….beep

-Part 4 Marco's P.O.V-

'What happened...oh yeah I got hit by a car….wait. I got hit by a car?!' I think as I look around the fire lit room. 'Why am I not in a hospital?! Am I dead' I frantically think as I walk around the room in a state of panic. "Marco!" a soft yet sweet voice calls. 'Who's…who's that?' I question as I slowly approach a wooden door. "Marco dear? Please come say goodbye to your dear mother before you go." The same soft voice pleads. My hand rests on the door handle as I turn to see a blurry apparition of my mother. I look closely at her and notice the ever present sweet smile on her face as she opens her arms for a hug. I feel my hand slip from the doors handle. I walk toward her and envelope her in tight hug. "Mom…" I whisper, burying my face into her shoulder. "Marco it's time for you to go." She whispers as she draws back to look at my face. I look at her confused "Go? But where am I?" I ask searching her blurred eyes for answers. "Remember Marco…remember" she whispers sweetly as her figure disappears. Confused I step back and stare at the place my mother once stood, one thought running through my mind.

'I must be dead'

I shiver at the thought as I turn and open the door, only to find a very bright light. I shield my eyes and step out into the blinding light. As the light dims I uncover my eyes and blink twice. But what im greeted by is nothing short of my own nightmares.

My body lying in a hospital bed, Jean pleading for me to come back as he clutches my hand tightly. "Jean?" I whisper hesitantly, unsure if he can even hear me. I watch him as he stutters out words of love and encouragement…and words of regret. But his pleading is cut short as the stead ringing in my ears gets louder and the sight before me starts to fade. "Jean!" I scream, reaching out for him. Just as im about to reach him the scene completely vanishes and im left in complete darkness.

Confused

Hurt

Frightened

These emotions muddle up till I can't tell which im feeling the most. I desperately look around, trying to find a way to get out of this limbo. But the more I search the more hopeless this seems. So I stop trying and let the sea of emotions overcome me as I shut my eyes in a sort of calm bliss. Something still bugs me though. But what is it that im forgetting? Something I never break….what is it? A promise? Who did I promise? It was Jean! The promise was….it was that I would. What was it…think Marco think! Then it dawns on me. The promise Jean and I made that night.

'Promise never to leave me again Marco'

My eyes snap open. I feel a tug against my entire body that makes me feel as if I was being pulled backwards. My eyes slam shut and my stomach lurches forward…but then I feel nothing. What happened?

-Regular P.O.V-

At the sound of the steady beep of Marcos heart Jean looks up. "Marco" jean mutters as fresh tears run down his puffy and red face. Jean sitting faithfully at Marco's side as doctors rushed in to see what all the commotion was about. But they stopped dead in their tracks at the sight before them. A man who was dead coming back to life? Stunned the doctors went to confirm this phenomenon by checking Marco's pulse. "H-he has a pulse." The doctor said, retracted his hand from Marcos pulse point. The doctor cleared his throat and looked over at Jean. "This phenomenon…still doesn't guarantee that he will be able to use his right side or even wake up from this ordeal. Please keep that in mind sir." The doctor said as he quickly shuffled out of the room.

Jean smiles brightly "You remembered our promise" Jean says as he gently stokes the back of Marco's hand with his thumb. "Now all you need to do is wake up." Jean states a stern but playful tone to his voice.

-3 weeks later-

Jean quickly walked to Marcos room, a bouquet of blue irises clutched in his left hand. Jean reached the door to Marcos room in a matter of minutes. He pushed the door open a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Marco I brought you some flowers…they're irises. The uh lady at the flower shop said they meant hope…so yeah." Jean said as he scratched his neck with his free hand. After standing at the entrance jean walked to a lone vase on a table by the window. "I'll just put them here…" he muttered out as he placed the flowers in the already water filled vase. Muttering jean turns to look at Marco. His bandages now fresh and not stained with blood, the breathing tube now gone and replaced with a much simpler face mask.

A knock on the door made jean peel his eyes away from Marco and look at the person standing at the door. "Ah Mr. Kirstein! Back again I see? Oh and you brought flowers how sweet." Dr. Jaeger said as he stepped into the room, clip board clutched tightly in his right hand. "Yeah…" Jean muttered as he shifted slightly in discomfort. "Well im here to give you a brief on Marcos progress! It's remarkable how well he's doing. But his arm is almost healed. His ribs are completely healed along with his lung. Hm…his right face is all healed up apart from his eye. Which was lost due to extensive damage to the socket, his coma is well still there. But that is to be expected of a body trying to heal and adjust mentally to the shock it was put through not too long ago." Dr. Jaeger said happily as a smile stretched across his wrinkled face. Jean nods "Ok so he's doing well then?" he asks hesitantly. "Yes very well! Im happy to say that I predict that with the rate that he is recovering that he should show signs of waking up in a week or so." Dr. Jaeger said as he slowly turned and walked out of the room.

Jean sighs and walks over to Marco's left side. "A week huh? Your gonna hear a piece of my mind when you wake up for making me wait." Jean mutters out as he grasps Marco's hand and looks down at his peaceful looking face.

A/N: My god…I had to google so much stuff for this chapter. But it was worth it! The big question. Will Marco wake up…or was that just Dr. Jaeger spreading false hope? Plus a big thanks for everyone who reads this little story! Thanks a bunch~

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