To rebuild our home

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Jon's POV

Another day went by, another day where I was there laid down in a white building with a heart monitor stuck on me. At that time I didn't knew where I was. The last thing that I could remember was Eduardo, he was holding the upper part of my body up. He was ordering me to say something and it seemed as if he was crying. Strange, I never saw him cry, besides from one time in school when another boy's drawing got the first place while he ended up in second place. But I can't believe that he would have cried over me, maybe I was just imagining this part. I mean it is normal to imagin thing's when you are having a near death experience.

I thought that I was dying, but still hearing Eduardo being upset and stressed about me not saying anything to him made me say the word "something". I wanted him to be happy, I thought that this would have made him happy, but somehow he stayed silent after that still staring at me. I even let out a smal chuckle but Eduardo didn't seem to have recalled that. That was the moment when suddenly everything went black, I passed out and stayed in that state way longer than I would have thought.

After two months I woke up, not knowing where I was. I woke up hearing a beeping sound, it took me a few seconds until I was able to fully open my eyes. Then again it took another couple of seconds until my eyes were fully able to adjust to the light. Suddenly a sharp pain ran through my body at the spot where the missle had hit me. I yelped out and imidiently felt a movement on my legs. There was a person resting their head on my legs, but my vision was still not clear enough to identify that person.

Then I could see him clear again, it was Mark who now stood there in front of me with a wide smile on his face. What is he so happy about? I asked myself. I never saw him smile because of me, so I guessed that he wasn't happy because of my awakening, there must have been something else.

Suddenly he did something that he had never done to me before, he hugged me tightly, this hurted because of my wound but still it felt so good. It was a warm fuzzy feeling that brewed up inside of me, the feeling of companionship, the feeling of being wanted and loved by someone else. Finally I didn't felt any hatred towards myself at least for this moment.

Mark then broke up the hug and like this the warmth had left me again. He explained to me that I have been laying here for two months and that I barely survived the missle. He told me that I had lost an enormous amount of blood. My eyes widend while I heard this, I indeed felt like I was dying, but I would have never thought that I was almost dying there in Eduardos arms. The thought of dying so young is horrible, I am glad that I survived this.

I asked where Eduardo was, but after this question Mark's face turned into a frown as he explained to me that he stayed home. ''Also, you need to know that Eduardo was really-" ''Nevermind, he wouldn't like me telling you this." Mark said. I just nodded my head and looked at him still confused about what he was about to tell me, but I didn't wanted to bother him so I didn't asked him out about what he wanted to tell me.

Mark then stormed out of the room and searched for a doctor in the hopes that I could leave today. Luckily he found a very polite doctor who did checkups on me to see if I was ready to leave this place behind. After this he noted some things in his notebook that he was carrying and told me that I could already go back to my home. But he also warned me that I shouldn't lift any heavy thing's or do something else that could damage my stitched up wound, because otherwise this could reopen this wound that I had on my chest from the missle.

I nodded and finally we left this building, hopped into the car and Mark drove us back home. He told me that he hadn't told Eduardo anything about my arrival, because he wanted this to be a surprise for him. I loved this idea and responded with a chuckle before we talked about other things by our ride back. Like for example our house as well as the one from our neighbors that has been able to get rebuild in just three or four weeks up to a point in which everything looked almost like before from the outside of the house up to the inside. Most of the furniture had to be replaced, but this wasn't an issue since Mark had remembered when he bought what kind of furniture at what place.