Hey guys! I've never really seen an AU like this before, so I hope you guys like it!
Jean gasped, beads of sweat dripping down the sides of his face. His hands gripped the grass, ripping it up from the earth as he tried to remember what had just happened. His body was wracked with pain, his insides seeming to churn as he rolled onto his side.
In the distance, he could faintly hear sirens approaching, the normal piercing screams of the emergency vehicle sounding fuzzy in his ears. His visions seemed to be blurry, reds and blues painting his vision as he felt another pang in his side.
The last thing he remembered hearing was a female voice screaming his name before his world turned black.
"Are you sure that you read his results correctly?"
"I'm positive, and those kind of readings are just not normal."
"Hold on, I think he's waking up."
Jean groaned, the voices ringing in his ears as he struggled to sit up, rubbing his eyes open. Looking around the room, he observed that he was in some sort of hospital room, the white walls seemingly blinding to his eyes. He looked down at his body and discovered himself wearing a hospital gown, an IV attached to his right arm.
"What...happened?" He whispered, his voice cracking.
"Oh sweetie, please lay back down, you're in no condition to be moving around just yet." A sweet voice responded. From what he could tell, there was a brunette and a shorter ginger haired lady a few feet away from his bed, both of them dressed in scrubs and holding clipboards., the ginger haired lady rushing over to his bedside.
In his mind, Jean didn't really want to lay back down, but he obeyed anyways, letting the nurse prop his pillow enough for him to still lie down comfortably.
"Are either of you gonna tell me what happened or what?" Jean asked, starting to get impatient.
The two females looked at each other, an expression of worry written across their faces. "You mean to tell me that you don't know what happened." The brunette asked, clutching her clipboard close to her chest.
"If I knew what had happened to me, I probably wouldn't be asking right now." He deadpanned, trying not to look too annoyed.
The females exchanged a glance at each other again. "You got rear-ended by a truck driver while driving your motorcycle and fell into a ditch. You're lucky that you even survived a fall like that." The brunette spoke again.
"From your brain scans, we've confirmed that you have a mild concussion, as well as some bruises and cuts along the rest of your body." The ginger stated, looking down at her clipboard as she spoke.
"You guys are talking as if it's been a while since the accident, how long have I been out for?" Jean questioned, gripping the bed sheets in his hands to hold onto something.
"Only a few days, you didn't have any dreams?"
Jean could feel the weight behind the question, but decided to push the feeling aside when he felt his head beginning to pound. "Uh no, I haven't had any dreams." He responded, rubbing his temple.
The two women turned towards each other, a look of worry written on their faces. "Petra, do you think you can grab me one of those empty notebooks from my desk, please?" The brunette asked the ginger, who nodded in response.
Silence filled the air as Petra left the room, Jean staring at the walls, unsure of what to say. He began to twiddle his thumbs, his fingers grazing the bandages that covered his arms. 'Probably from stopping myself from a fall.' He guessed, feeling confused as he tried to remember every detail of the accident, which was all still all still a blur to him.
"I am so sorry," The brunette apologized out of nowhere. "But I just realized that you probably don't know who is even taking care of you. I'm Doctor Hanji Zoe, and the nurse that just left the room is Petra Ral. We've been taking care of you since you were first admitted." She finished, glancing at the IV bag to check its contents.
"Do you know anything else about...the accident?" Jean asked hesitantly, wanting to know more about what had happened.
Hanji paused, setting her clipboard down on the nightstand next to Jean's bed. "You were awake for a good majority of the accident. There was another girl that you were with when you got hit, had this red scarf and wouldn't leave you alone once you were taken into our car-"
"Wait, Mikasa was with me? Is she okay?" He cut off Hanji, making another attempt to get up. He didn't know why he was with Mikasa or how he even managed to convince her to come along with him, but he knew for a fact that Eren was going to kill him if he found out that she got hurt.
"Lay back down, you're not going anywhere any time soon. And yes, Mikasa is fine, you protected her from the fall and took on the brunt of the damage."
Jean sighed in relief, laying back down on the bed just as Petra came back into the room with a bound notebook. It was like any regular notebook you'd get at a supply store, except it had a picture identical crossed swords across the front cover.
"As you may or may not already have figured out by now is that you have a slight case of amnesia. Of course, it's not too serious, but we are required to have you keep a dream journal to log everything that happens." Petra said, handing Eren the notebook. It felt lightweight in his hands, but he knew just by looking at it that it had a lot more pages than what he expected.
"Wait, so you want me to keep a diary? How exactly is that supposed to help me?" Jean questioned, turning the notebook over in his hands.
Hanji laughed, picking her clipboard up from the nightstand. "A dream journal, not a diary. And trust me, it won't make any sense right now, but once it finally clicks, you'll realize how important it will be to keep up with it."
Jean placed the notebook back into his lap just as he heard a knocking at the door. He saw Petra and Hanji walked towards the door before entering the hallway, leaving Jean alone in the room. He didn't know who was outside or what exactly had happened, but all he knew was that something was off.
A few moments later, the door opened up again, but this time, Eren and Mikasa entered the room. They walked over to his bedside, pulling aside two chairs to sit in.
Looking at Mikasa, he could see a series of scratches along her hands, but other than that, she was free of any other injuries that he could tell. Her eyes were filled with guilt, and all he knew was that he didn't like seeing her this way.
"Dude, are you okay? Mikasa didn't want to go back home until she knew you were okay." Eren spoke, leaning forward slightly.
Jean chuckled, which hurt a little, but he tried not to show that. "To be completely honest, I don't even remember the accident." He admitted, looking down at his hands folded on top of the journal in his lap.
Eren and Mikasa exchanged a look of worry before Mikasa returned her attention back to him. "You decided that it would be a fun idea to come and meet Eren and I, but Eren was stuck in football practice, so we were going to wait by the park until he was out." Mikasa explained, her head slightly tilted to the side.
"Wait, I thought you were in karate since football season ended a while ago."
"Spring training just started, and I had to work out a schedule between karate and football, so yeah." Eren answered, scratching his head.
"Anyways," Mikasa interjected. "the local roads were blocked off because of construction, so we got on the highway because it was faster than taking the back roads. Then, next thing I know is that we were hit from behind and you grabbed me before we tumbled to the bottom of the ditch."
Jean tried to take in everything that she was saying, trying hard to see if it would trigger some memories, but as far as he could tell, they were gone, and he didn't like the feeling of not knowing something at all.
"Wait, the way you mentioned that I wanted to meet you guys...you make it sound like you guys don't see me that often." Jean questioned.
"Well, that's because you live in Trost and we live in Shiganshina, dummy." Eren grinned.
"That's like a four hour drive, how the heck did we even meet?" Jean joked.
Eren and Mikasa looked at each other again before Eren finally responded. "We were uhh...internet friends! Yeah, that's it." He exclaimed, but to Jean, it seemed like Eren was trying to convince himself that what he said was the truth. Jean decided to wait on questioning Eren, preferring to sit back and collect information from the sidelines rather than jumping straight to it like the boy in front of him tended to do.
"If you'd like, you can stay at our place for a few nights after you're discharged." Mikasa offered.
"A-are you sure?"
"Of course!" Eren smiled again, his green eyes sparkling with warmth. "Besides, your motorcycle is going to need some repairs done to it before you're able to leave, and I'm sure Mom won't mind."
"How could I say no?" Jean laughed, and for a moment, he was able to forget the accident.
Hey guys! I was originally going to write more for this chapter, but I decided to split it into two separate parts instead. And I'm really sorry if Jean sounds really OOC in the first chapter, I decided at last second to change the main character to be him instead of Eren, so I hope that didn't bother any of you too much. If you're wondering where the heck Sasha, she should be in the next chapter if everything goes as planned. I really wanted a Jeansasha fic because there aren't much out there to begin with, so for everyone who has been dying for more Jeansasha fics like I have been, here you go! Part Two should be up in a week or so, just keep in mind that I'm an English major in college, so I might not have time to write outside of my assignments.