{complete} Memory || Jonuardo || EddsWorld

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Jon hadn't been home in weeks.

He had just been released from the hospital, though the workers were hesitant. They wanted him to stay longer, almost begging at some times, but he had to go. He missed his house, and couldn't bear to have Eduardo and Mark pay more hospital bills than they already were. He could barely walk, so getting a job wasn't an option.

Mark wheeled him into his (new) room, and helped him into his bed, leaving his crutches right next to it. They had switched the storage room and Jon's room while he was at the hospital, Mark explained, since he couldn't get up the stairs. Jon nodded, his body aching and his head throbbing. He sighed and warily laid back, careful not to hurt himself. Mark straightened up, preparing to walk out of Jon's room, but glanced back at the drowsy boy and smiled.

"Jon?" Mark asked. Jon turned to face him, delicately rubbing his tired eyes.

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad you're home," he said, stepping forward to ruffle Jon's Carmel hair before leaving the room, closing the door softly behind him with a click. Mark grinned a little to himself, going to the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea. Though Jon would most likely be sleeping a lot (the painkillers made him sleepy) it would still be nice to have him home again. His aura lit up the house, and hey, maybe him and Eduardo would fight less. They were always fighting. All. The. Time.

Mark sat down and put on his reading glasses and started to read, enjoying the afternoon sunlight spilling from their windows. The events of 'Red Leader' always played in his head, but he was so relieved it didn't affect him like it did for Jon and Eduardo. It was... rough, to say the least. Eduardo cried almost non-stop the first week Jon was in the hospital (and so did I) and couldn't stop thinking about the explosion and Jon. The bills from house repairs and hospital bills were staking up, and the stress and sadness almost got Eduardo fired from his job. At least Mark could hide his pain; Eduardo couldn't. He'd get drunk on a nightly business and scream and yell at the top of his lungs, with or without tears streaming down his face. In the morning he always refused to talk about it.

Mark read for a while more before putting his book down on the coffee table and went to the kitchen, starting to chop up some vegetables for dinner. It was pretty silent until he heard a rhythmic clicking from the hallway, and looked up to see Jon, crutches thumping against the wooden hallway floors.

"Hey, Mark," Jon said hoarsely, his chapped lips drawn in a smile.

"Hey, Jon," Mark replied, returning the bright smile.

"Can I help you cook?" Jon asked, cocking his head slightly to the side. Mark raised his eyebrows.

"Are you sure? I mean, you're still weak Jon-"

"Yeah, I wanna help."

"Well, ok," Mark said. Though surprised, a little grin still made its way to his face."you can sit at the table and cut the celery and carrots," Mark said, putting the vegetables, a knife, and cutting board. Mark watched Jon, his legs shaking as he slowly sat down.

After everything he's been through...

Mark sighed a little, looking back down at his own vegetables that needed to be cut.

Jon's help made the chopping go by much faster.

"Oh." Jon mumbles, looking up at the stove clock. Mark looked over at him.

"What is it?" He asked, pouring the broth into the pot of cooked vegetables.

"I gotta take my medicine," Jon explained, reaching for his crutches.

"Stay sitting. I'll get them for you," Mark replied, bringing Jon a glass of water and his bottle of painkillers. Jon smiled up at him, and Mark noticed just how sick he looked. His eyes were heavy with black bags even though he had been sleeping for most days for the past few weeks, and his skin was so pale and waxy that he looked like he hadn't seen sun in years. And even after all this, he still looked like the adorable Jon he always had been, even before the... accident. He still had that glimmer in his eyes and a small array of freckles across the apples of his cheeks.

"Thank you, Mark," Jon said, taking a pill before re-closing the pill bottle. Mark nodded and took the pill bottle back to its respective spot in the cabinet.

The soup finished about the time Eduardo came strolling through the door, his shoulders hunched and a grumpy look on his face. Jon stayed quiet, eyeing him nervously.

"Oh," Eduardo said, his eyes meeting Jon. "You're... home." Eduardo looked surprised, and Mark glared at him. Jon nodded hesitantly, looking down at his hands anxiously.

"Yeah, I told you he was," Mark said bitterly, bringing the pot of soup over to the table.

"Oh, uh," Eduardo said awkwardly. "Welcome home, buddy." He said. Eduardo didn't know what to say. He honestly missed Jon, but he didn't want to admit that.

"Thank you," Jon replied hoarsely, still looking down at his fidgeting hands. It was silent as they started dinner, but Mark decided to break the silence with a little small talk.

"How does it feel to be back home, Jon?" He asked. Jon smiled a little.

"It's good," Jon replied. "The hospital was always too bright and loud..." Jon rubbed his aching neck subconsciously, feeling where it almost broke. Where he almost died.

{I am not good at writing lol}