Violet Night

A Million Questions

[ Please listen to the song attached  ]

        Eren slammed the car door behind him, the noise seemed to worsen the pain, Jean found the need to close his eyes on their way home, the headlights of passing cars blinding him. "You know, I do appreciate this," the male managed in a harsh, raspy voice, "I might've ended up sleeping in my car, considering I can't drive like this. Err, take a left at the light and you'll see apartments to your right soon after." Eren nodded, remaining silent until he saw Jean's face contort with pain. "You sure you don't want to go to a hospital?" Eren slid up to the traffic light, taking the turn slowly. "No, but I don't  want to go unless it is an emergency. This is nothing. It happens all the time."

             The brunet fell silent once more, debating if he should pass the apartments and take the other male straight to a hospital. Having taking only a silent moment to think, he piped up once more, "fine, I'll take you to your apartment. Only if you're sure you will be fine in the morning. Are you?" Jean raised a brow, his features no longer showing the pain he was in, "I'm sure, I'll be fine. Here," he pointed at the driveway leading to a dull apartment complex. "What number building is yours?" Eren turned into the parking lot and Jean straightened up, "18a 206." Eren nodded, trying to find a spot closest to the building. He parked, hurriedly climbing out of the car to help the sickly male, "wait, wait," Eren put his arm out for the other to hold on to, and he did so. Trying to steady himself, Jean narrowed his eyes, "I'm capable." A soft snort left the other, "no you're not."

        After a small scuffle for his keys, Jean let them in. They made their way up the stairs, stopping a few times to let the ash haired male catch his breath. Jean made himself comfortable on the couch, leaning on the arm rest like a limp doll, taking a moment to gain stability. "So are you sick or do you have some crazy disease? Are you dying? Is it contagious? Is it hereditary? I saw the blood you coughed earlier. Are you in pain?" Eren bombarded the other with questions, only getting a roll of eyes as an answer. Jean spoke up finally, after a moment, "christ. No, it's not contagious, nor hereditary. It's my fault I'm like this," Jean tugged a  pack of cigarettes out of his jacket, setting one between his lips to light it. Eren's eyes looked over the male carefully, still not quite realizing what his sickness was, "Ah...? I don't get it. Why won't you tell me?" Jean sighed, letting the smoke drift out his lips, "you'll figure it out."

        Jean leaned forward, grabbing the remote from the coffee table, beginning to flip channels in boredum. The pain had subsided, but he continued to coughed and wheezed, "you can sit down. Or help yourself to something in the kitchen." It was already dark, too late to eat but not late enough to sleep, so Eren took his place on the couch beside the other. The brunet made grabby hands for the remote, and having no sucess in finding something interesting, Jean handed it to the other, "don't put on some sappy girl shit," he hissed. "Oh com'on. I'm not like that," Eren tapped in a three digit number and scrolled through the channels, "how about murder mystery? Comedy?"

        He selected a  random channel, it buzzing with energetic cartoon character voices. "You're gonna make my ears bleed," Jean glared at the screen until Eren changed it once more. Different cartoon characters hummed with life on the screen, "not my fault you have kid shows and nothing interesting. Change your cable," the brunet laughed, still helplessly trying to find a good show. Jean took a drag from his cigarette, blowing it in the other's face, "gimme the damn remote." Eren groaned, waving his hands frantically to get the smoke out of his face, "gross man!" he lightly smacked the other's shoulder. "Don't do that again or I'll have to wrestle that cigarette outta your mouth," Eren sneered. "Heh. As if," Jean arched a brow in amusement, still facing the television. Eren glance at the other, giving a smirk before changing the channel a few more times, "mhm. You'll see."