(Jean X Marco) Welcome To My Life

Chapter 10

Get some sleep Marco, I love you...

    Marco woke in the empty, dark hospital room. Every part of his body ached, and it seemed like half of the room had no lights, but the other half did? Marco sat, dazed and confused for a long time.

   A nurse walked in the room. "Oh, you're awake. I'll call your mother." She said with a soft smile. Marco looked at what she was holding, a tray of food.

   He greedily licked his lips at the sight of food. "Oh, here." She said. The nurse walked over to Marco's left side and put the tray on his lap.

   "Umm. So, I think there is something wrong with my eye, is that why I'm here?" Marco asked with a very confused expression.

   "Um. No Mr. Bodt. You were in a car accident with another person around your age. You lost an eye." She stated softly, almost cautiously. Marco was very confused, especially when he tried to move his arm to pick up the spoon, but nothing happened.

    Marco tried to look where his arm should be, but he couldn't see out of that eye. "Why can't I move my arm?" He asked. The nurse's expression changed.

    "You lost your arm too."

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Dear Marco,                                          
                          Hello, how have you    been lately? I recently wanted to tell you about my new school. I know it's probably not as great as the old one,  but I've met a lot of new friends.            There's Connie and Sasha, Eren, Armin, and Mikasa, and Annie, Reiner and Bertholdt, and met some people from our elementary school, Crista and Ymir. I even met another guy, who's been really welcoming, he has the locker next to mine. His name is Jean Kirstein. He's aggressive at times, but I'm sure you would love to meet him.                                                             
                     Love,                                      
                               Lucas.                          

     Jean looked through the paper again. Scanning the familiar, and lost hanwriting. Looking over the scribbled sketches at the side, and the crumbling edges.

    They say good things happen for a reason, but that means bad things happen for a reason too. What about the things that aren't good or bad? What about the things that are just things?

    Was Jean supposed to find that letter, and the many others that lied in the drawer?

    He read each letter over, and over. Taking in the meaning behind every word. The newest letter was dated just before Marco moved to the school. The handwriting was more scribbled, and it was on a blank piece of paper.

         Hey Marco,
                              So about you coming to live here, I think that would be awesome. My mom has been kind of sick lately, but with your mom here she'll get better really fast. I know moving is hard, but trust me, this will be great! I've told Jean a little bit about you, but I want him to be surprised when he sees you. Our family members do say that we look a lot alike. Jean will be great to you. Anyways, I'll talk to you later. The next letter will come next week.
                    Love,
                              Lucas.

    When you think about how next week never came for Lucas, and the first time Jean had ever seen Marco was at Lucas' death bed, you'd be surprised. Not about how it all played out, but Lucas was right. Jean was there for Marco. Jean was surprised at how similar they looked.