𝘼𝙋𝙊𝘾𝘼𝙇𝙔𝙋𝙎𝙀 / 𝘑𝘌𝘈𝘕𝘚𝘈𝘚𝘏𝘈 𝘈𝘜

five

graphic warning
[ a/n: i have never received or seen how stitches are performed so bare with me lol ]

🎵 ilomilo - billie eilish

in a matter of seconds, jean and sasha reach marco's bedroom. jean pushes the door open with his foot and enters the darkened room. he sets sasha down on her feet, and bends over with his hands on his knees to catch his breath. sasha stands on one foot, holding onto the bed frame to help her balance. she watches jean pick up a chair from the corner, similar to the one in her room, and gently places it next to the bed marco rested in.

"i'm gonna.. grab your bag." jean pants out.

sasha nods as jean exits, and she sits down on the wooden chair. she studies marco's lifeless face. the freckles dotted across his cheeks were prominent, but dimmed against his pale skin. his chapped lips were partially open as he took in shallow breaths. his brown locks were messy from the nearly unwrapped bandage around his head. a scar was forming along his cheekbone. his face looked pretty clean, though, as if someone (most likely jean) had washed him recently.

all that sasha knew from taking in his features was that he didn't deserve this. from his innocent looks, to how jean talks about and deeply cares for him, she figured he was a good person. it's such a shame that he's on the brink of dying and has probably been in pain for so long. now she wants to help more than ever.

rushed footsteps from behind nearly startle sasha. jean appears next to her, kneeling down and setting her heavy bag onto the floor. she bends down to unzip her bag and take out everything she needs. she sets her supplies down onto the bedside table beside her.

sasha points to her bag. "there should be a flashlight in that side pocket." she says above a whisper.

jean grabs it and hands her the pocket sized flashlight. she ignores how his hand lingered against hers as she grabbed it from him. when she looks up, she's taken aback at jean already staring at her with a hard face. she cowards her eyes away and looks back at marco.

"you said he really hasn't been communicative?" she asks, tying her tangled hair into a bun.

jean sighs. "yeah, he can barely form a sentence." he sits up on his knees to gently shake marco awake. "hey, marco." he whispers. he continues to shake his arm until marco flutters his eyes open. "hey, buddy!" he smiles. "can you hear me?"

his friend's only response was a soft sigh and a small moan. jean stands up and sits on the small space left for him on the bed. he takes marco's freezing hand, from his uninjured arm, into his.

"you remember the girl i took back here? well, she's gonna try to help you with your arm, okay?" he speaks softly. it honestly warmed sasha's heart to watch their interaction. "you can squeeze onto my hand as hard as you want if it hurts too much."