A/N: Welp here we are the grand finally! Just kidding…still have about 5 more chapters to go plus a lemon! Plus im gonna start adding more of the characters pov (point of view) to the story to mix it up a little.

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.

-Part 5 Marco's thoughts-

Hearing the voice of Jean my heart leaped. Feeling him clutch my hand tightly made me feel warm inside. Listening to his little rants about me being selfish made me laugh. Having a conversation with him brightened up my dull days. If…you count me responding in my mind a conversation that is or if you take in the fact that im still not able to move my body or open my eyes.

I want to wake up. I need to wake up.

-Normal P.o.v-

The sound of the machines constant steady beeping awoke Jean from his light sleep by Marco's bed side. With heavy lidded eyes jean looked over at Marco, only to see the beautiful brown eyes he's missed so much. Their eyes lock for a split second before Jean's eyes fill with tears as he hugs Marco carefully. "Marco! I-I missed you so much!" Jean said happily as he began to pepper Marco's face with sweet, gentle kisses. Marco only smiled weakly from beneath the breathing mask as he placed his left arm over jean, tugging him closer. "Hi….Jean" Marco croaked out, his left eye tearing up slightly.

Jeans heart leaped at the sound of his lover's voice. "Marco. If you EVER scare me like that again I will not hesitate to strangle you." Jean states in a menacing tone as he gave Marco a teary eyed death glare. Marco chuckles lightly "I'll try my best Jee." Marco said. Jean pouted "I told you not to call me that! Jeez did ya hit your head that hard?" Jean muttered as he broke their hug and sat up straight in his chair. "No I just like seeing you pout…it's cute." Marco said as he stroked jeans cheek with his good hand. Jean blushed slightly at the confession. "W-well whatever!" Jean muttered. Marco only chuckled again as he dropped his hand from Jeans cheek.

-3 week later-

"C'mon Marco just a few more steps!" Jean said encouragingly. Marco huffed as he used the walker to take the last few steps to his bed. Once closer enough he carefully sat down, sweat gathered on his forehead from his effort. "This…training is going to kill me!" Marco panted out, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Well the doctor said that you need to work out your legs and you right arm now that it's healed." Jean said as he sat beside Marco carefully. "And once your able to walk you get to go home~" Jean added happily as he wiggled his eyebrows. Marco let out a breathy laugh.

Jean smirked as he leaned over to whisper in Marco's ear. "And when your back home…let's just say you won't get that much rest." Jean said his voice deepening slightly. "JEAN!" Marco yelled as his face erupted in a dark blush. Jean only chuckled and handed Marco a 5 pound weight. Marco huffed as he lifted the weight with his right arm. "You're a pervert Jean" Marco stated as he finished his 1st set of lifts. "Only to you I am" Jean said as he leaned back on the bed, his weight resting on his arms.

Once finished with his work out Marco sat the weight down on the floor. "Finally I'm done with this torture" Marco muttered. Jean just rolled his eyes and slid closer to Marcos side. Resting his head on Marco's left shoulder Jean shut his eyes. "Marco…it's not that bad." Jean muttered out as he yawned. Marco only smiled and wrapped his arm around Jeans waist bringing him closer to his side. "Ya it's not that bad" Marco whispered as he listened to the soft snoring of Jean.

-Marco's P.o.v-

After Jean left for the day I decided to go to sleep. But as I shut my eyes my stomach churned in discomfort. Why? I don't know but the feeling made my eyes snap open. From which point I glanced around frantically as the corners of my vision blurred and the world spun.

Groaning I sit up and clutch my head. 'Where am I?' I question as I glance around the poorly lit street, a light breeze tussling my hair. Cars zoom past me and the muffled chatter of passerby's fill my ears. I slowly stand from what I now recognize as a sidewalk and start to walk with the crowd of people in front of me. As I walk I glance around the vaguely familiar scenery. I stop when I see Jean on the other side of the road. "Jean...Jean!" I call out as I look both ways then start across the street.

I don't see the car coming towards me. I don't feel the impact or the feeling of skidding across the pavement.

I live it.

I can feel every bone breaking, every piece of skin being harshly ripped off my body. It hurts. But why isn't jean rushing to my side? I can see him slightly from the view I have on my crushed side. 'Why aren't you helping me Jean?' I silently ask as I look up to see him smiling brightly. A shock wave of pain goes through my body causing me to shut my eyes and grit my teeth. But when I open them again all I see is darkness. Confused, with my heart feeling broken for some reason.

With a sharp intake of breath I jolt up. Sweat pours off of me as I look around, taking heavy gulps of air. "J-just a dream….just a dream." I repeat trying to reassure myself. It doesn't work though. I can still feel the pain. I can still hear the screeching of tires and the crunch of bones on the cold road. It echoes throughout the room it seems like.

Im scared.

A/N: sorry for the late update. School has decided to be a hoe and pile work on me. But I have prevailed! Writers block plagues me little now after an hour of algebra homework.

Now more importantly, what's wrong with Marco? Hasn't he been through enough as is?! Apparently not…find out in the next chapter how he tells Jean the heart wrenching dream or nightmare. Anyways a message to the reader's:

BE SAFE AND DON'T HUMP ANY UNICORNS…..UNLESS THEY ARE FRIENDLY!

UNTIL NEXT TIME