I'm here for you

Chapter One: Hello?

"Marco?"
My body is lead, and my head feels like it's full of cotton. I can barely move to register the speaker.
"Jean? What's the matter? Stop- stop crying" I barely move my lips to speak, silently praying that he will hear me.
Jean turns to speak to a nurse and I find myself rising to my feet. I move in front of him, shaking his shoulders. Or maybe they're shaking from his sobs.
"Jean! I'm right here, look at me! Please, please just look at me!" I'm sobbing with him now, trembling with every hiccup. Jean's fallen to his knees, and he pulls me down too. The nurse is long gone, naming other unidentifiable corpses.
Why won't he listen to me?
Why can't he see me?
I turn slightly to breathe and I see it.
Oh god.
That's- that's me.
Oh my god that's ME! That's my body and I'm looking at it!
Does that mean...
Does that mean I'm dead?
"Jean, I-I'm here. I know th-that you can't see me, since I-I think I might b-be dead. I'm st-still here though."
We sit there for what feels like hours, my arms wrapped around him until they ache. Jean's sobbing starts to fade and I'm sitting there lost in my own mind.
Jean crawls over towards my body, ripping up an old cloth to dress my wounds. He wraps up my arms and covers my right side. I silently watch him work to put me back together. It almost looks like I am a torn up scarecrow being put back together for more labor. He sits back to look at my eyes, wide open and glassy. He slowly raises his hand and passes it over my face. He closed my eyes and now I almost look like I'm sleeping.
I wonder at the small smile that tugs at the corners of his mouth.
"Goodnight, Marco. I'll be there when you wake up." Jean mutters to the corpse.
I can't help the hot, fresh tears that flow from my eyes.
"Why? Why did it have to turn out like this? Why did I have to leave you?" I ask to myself.