{complete} Memory || Jonuardo || EddsWorld

3

Jon didn't come to dinner that night; or the next one. He only left his room to go to the bathroom now, and the others were getting worried. Often, the only noise that came from Jon's room was the repetitive shuffling of bed sheets and soft cries when he thought no one could hear him- or when it was too late in the night to.

Eduardo knocked fastly on Jon's door, but the smaller man had locked himself in and wasn't responding. He sighed and turned towards Mark, who shrugged.

"You should get ready for work. You don't want to be late," Mark said, turning back to the living room. Eduardo growled to himself, fighting back the urge to slam his fist into the wall and to yell at Jon. Saying he was worried was an understatement.

"Eduardo, you're drunk!" Mark hissed, shaking his head with disappointment. Eduardo had stumbled through the door with an almost empty bottle of alcohol in his hand. "And driving? Jeez, Eduardo! Do you know how dangerous that is?!"

"Shut up, Mark!" He snapped, kicking his shoes off to the side.

"No, you listen to me, Eduardo! You can't just come home stumbling and drunk! Especially not with Jon home!"
    "He never even comes out of his room anyway! He's a fucking hermit!"

"Don't say that! You know what he went through!"

"It's been a month! He should be better by now!"

"He was hit by a rocket! Are you even listening to yourself right now!?! He almost died!"

    "I just- We've all been through some shit, ok?! But he just keeps fucking sulking!"

    "He's in pain!" Mark exclaimed, throwing his hands out to the side. Eduardo put his head down.

    "I know, Mark. I just-" Eduardo sniffled. "I just want him to be better. I'm so worried about him." Mark sighed and pulled Eduardo into a hug, patting his back.

    "I know, Eddie. I know," Mark said softly. "He'll get better. We just have to be patient.

    "I don't want to be patient," Eduardo replied, wiping a stray tear away from his face.
    "I know, but you have to be. You have to stay strong for Jon," Mark said. "We can try to make him come out of his room tomorrow, if you'd like."
    "I want to see him now!"

    "He's probably asleep..."

    "I don't care," Eduardo huffed. He went down the hallway and started knocking at Jon's door, practically begging the smaller man to open up. No reply. After a couple of minutes of that, he decided to pick the lock, (without Mark's knowledge) which took a while, especially since he had drank a little too much before coming home. But eventually the door opened, which earned a sigh of relief from Eduardo, though, the good feeling didn't last long. A wave of panic crashed into him. "Mark get in here now!" Eduardo shouted. Mark walked over to where Eduardo was standing, and raised his eyebrows.

    "He's... not here?" Mark mumbled. Eduardo let out a cry.

    "He must have run off! His window is open a-and-" He buried his face into his hands. Even his crutches were gone. "Jesus, Jon, where are you!"

    "Calm down! We can look for him in the morning!" Mark exclaimed, putting a hand on Eduardo's shoulder. The taller man pushed it off.

    "No, I can't wait, ok! I need to find Jon!"

    "It's nighttime!"

    "Exactly! That's why I need to find him!" Eduardo shouted, stomping swiftly from Jon's room and to the door, throwing on his coat and shoes.

    "Eduardo, please!"

    "No! I need to find Jon! I need him to be safe!"

    "Ok... fine, just- don't get hurt, ok? Or lost," Mark said. Eduardo nodded before running out the door into the chilly night air.

    Sigh.