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WHO: Marco and Jean
WHAT: Bonding over death or something idk summaries.
WHEN: Sunday, sometime after the Colosseum match.
WHERE: Attleton's Battle Colosseum Medical Area
WARNINGS: Language and references to death and injuries.

The first thing that crossed Jean's mind was Shit, it's too fucking bright in here. He could barely squint before he woke up fully with a gasp, hands reaching for his chest once hit with a sudden flare of pain, only for it to dull to an ache and disappear fully as soon as he looked down. He vividly remembered the gaping hole, and the blood that had spilled out. Now, it was as if he had never stepped foot into battle in the first place.

This must have been what it meant to have a consequence free death. Revival or not, it still settled uncomfortably down on him. He had a lot to think about, and deal with now, and he didn't really want to do that here.

He swung his legs over to the side, getting out of the bed. He didn't really want to see or talk to anyone after his humiliation of a defeat, and he wouldn't know what to say anyway, so his goal was to get out of there as soon as possible. He just needed to get out to clear his head so he could think.

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Marco had stepped out to get them both something to eat. Since Jean had been here, he had been sure to get two of everything just in case Jean were to wake up anytime soon. He hadn't left his side since he had been taken to the hospital and allowed Marco to follow along.

He had been a wreck before; sobbing and apologizing over and over to the other while they lay unconscious. Now he only seemed to have dark circles under his eyes as he came back into the room with two drinks in his hands. Marco closed the door behind himself quietly.

He heard movement and looked over in Jean's direction. That guy hadn't come back for revenge or anything...it was Jean! He was okay!

Marco rushed over, placing the drinks down beside the hospital bed as he went over to the other. He kneeled so that he could speak to him and make sure that he was still okay, "Jean! Thank God you're okay..." His eyes began to tear up again, "This is my fault. This is what my dreams must have been about. It was a warning about you, not me. And I'm so sorry."

Jean cursed in a volume he thought was under his breath, but he wasn't sure if Marco heard him or not. Of course Marco had followed him. He was bound to be torn up over the previous events, but that was exactly what he didn't want to happen. He scowled, but not for the reasons Marco may have thought. He was too tired to really think up a good excuse, but he didn't want him to think this was his fault. It wasn't. "Marco, calm down. Your dreams had nothing to do with this. Sometimes we just...get fucked up dreams, you know that. Why would you dream about my death? There's no rational explanation, so just..."

He avoided his eyes, too ashamed to look at him. Sure, he knew there was no way he could have predicted Mercury to have a weapon like that. But was that really an excuse? He had lost, he had broken his vow, and that's all there was to it. He stretched, made a show out of yawning as loudly as he could, and stood up, ready to leave.

"Anyway, let's leave this shithole. That okay with you?"

"Jean, make sure you're okay before we leave." Marco went to stand and looked to Jean's chest where the large wound had been. He stared, looking worried, hesitated, and then reached out to place his hand over where the wound had been. He sets it there gently, afraid to put any pressure on his chest. He looks surprised though, "It's gone, it's really gone. And you're okay."

Marco couldn't help but smile now. He was so relieved to know that Jean was okay now. He didn't believe the workers when they kept telling him that Jean would be as good as new when they were finished. He left them do their work, fretted over it, and then stayed beside him. Now he could see what their work had done. It was almost like magic, honestly.

"Oh!" He can't really leave in the hospital gown. He went over to the chair where he had been sitting and grabbed the bag of clothes and Jean's boots to bring to him, "I'll step out and let you change so that we can leave. I got you some iced tea over here too, in case you're thirsty."

"I'm fine, Marc--" Marco's made physical contact before this, but this was different. Jean still half-expected the wound to be there, but he didn't feel anything when Marco touched him other than the warmth of his hand through the gown's thin papery material. He looked down at his hand, unmoving. Marco was whole and alive and solid and he just died but now he was okay and it was weird. He swallowed once, and started to reach up toward his hand, but he hesitated and let it drop at his side.

"Please don't start crying again."

Things felt kind of normal. At least for the time being.

He made a distasteful face when he realized he was wearing the godawful hospital gown, pulling at it. He was eager to get back into his own clothes. Thankfully, the healers were fast. If only someone could figure out their technology and bring it back home. How many lives could be saved? How many severely altering injuries could be healed? He nodded at Marco, and was getting ready to change when his eyes widened a fraction. Tea. Iced???

"How did you even manage to get that?"

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"I'm not going to cry. I guess you heard me before when you were down..." He trailed off. He was still angry about what happened. It didn't have to go that far, that guy didn't...

Even if Weiss had said that the enemies of that company were more powerful, it still didn't have to go that far. It wasn't right and if Marco ever met that guy again, he would let him know just how he felt about the situation.

"Hah? Yeah! It's actually really nice and sweet. I was going to get regular tea, but I figured that you might need something cold since you haven't had anything to drink since you've been out." Of commision. It's what he wanted to say but he knew Jean's pride had probably been hurt enough with what happened. He put the bag of clothes on the bed, moving to the curtain and pulling it over to the other side like he had seen the doctors do. He continued talking though, not leaving the room but putting his back to the curtain. Was he standing guard? Or was he afraid to leave

"They have an area downstairs that's filled with food. It's mostly for patients and workers here, but they let me have extra food or drinks if I paid them."

"I didn't hear shit. Did I?" He couldn't remember. It wasn't worth dwelling on.

Still, he was grateful. Marco had waited for...he had no idea how long. He knew from personal experience how hard it was, though he imagined Marco was probably a lot more worried, rather than the numb sense of finality he'd felt in the past. He didn't have to stick around, and while Jean really wished he hadn't, both for his pride's sake and Marco's emotional wellbeing...he still appreciated it.

While he felt antsy and eager to make some progress after he had, bluntly, failed, hanging out with Marco couldn't hurt and would probably help them both feel better. Or at least, help Marco feel better. "Thanks."

He made a quick job of getting rid of the gown, changing into his clothes with the efficiency instilled through intense training. He was out almost as soon as he started, pushing aside the curtain to stand by Marco's side.

"You didn't have to do that." Especially with Jean still unemployed, something he'd have to fix as soon as possible. He went and grabbed the tea anyway, taking a cautious sip. He wasn't kidding about it being sweet. It was really good.

"I know I didn't... But I wanted to, so don't worry about it!" He smiled, looking a little embarrassed. He liked to do things for people that he respected or cared for but didn't like them to make any real big deals about them their.

"Did you want to head back to the apartment and rest...? Or did you have something else to do? I mean, if you're busy I can find something else to do. I don't want to bother you." He felt like he was being some kind of annoying kid wanting to follow Jean around all the time. It was true that he was even more worried after Jean's "death", but he knew that he needed his space. It was just up to Marco to actually give him that space...and he didn't know if he could do that right now.

"...Sorry about what happened." Marco didn't want to bring it up. He really didn't. But it was nagging at him. If he had only been able to run down there in time he might've been able to make the other stop before it had gotten as far as it did, "You did your best, Jean. I would've been hurt too. No one knew that he had a secret weapon like that. But..." He paused, looking conflicted, "You--We'll have to try harder. I'll train with you and we'll become stronger. We could find more weapons to use instead of the gear from home." He waited for him to answer now. If he didn't want to talk about it, Marco would just forget that he ever said it.

"No, I don't want to rest," He answered, a little more abruptly than he intended, but it was the last thing he wanted to do right now. Besides, dying or whatever counted as resting, right? He frowned, looking guiltily at Marco. Of course he would interpret his behavior as being annoyed with him, and Jean wasn't making it hard for Marco to do. It wasn't Marco's fault at all. Jean sighed, and began to try and quickly fix his hair, knowing it probably looked like shit after everything. He had already been humiliated enough; he at least wanted to look presentable.

He didn't know what to say to that. It was natural for him to feel sorry. Jean could remember the terror he had felt when he realized he was going to die, but it had probably seemed just as real to Marco, who was helpless as a witness. He suddenly felt very cold. Had what he gone through even been anywhere close to the pain and fear Marco had felt before he was murdered? He blinked several times, squeezing his eyes shut, before he tried to relax his stance and bother to respond. "It doesn't matter, my best wasn't good enough. I got too confident, I shouldn't have risked it so early by getting that close to him. Ignorance isn't an excuse." He wasn't thrilled to keep thinking about it, but as long as he tried to be objective about it, he could deal with it. Mostly, he was worried about Marco. He had a good point though. As soon as he was done, he gave him a friendly slap on the shoulder, linking his arm around his back.

"We might not ever be on the same level as some of these people, strength wise, at least, but we should definitely start training, every day. The smug asshole wouldn't have been nearly as much of a threat without his stupid shoes. Weapons are a good idea, we can make up for some of our more human weakesses. Let's both look into it. Ad you're not bothering me-- I kind of wanted to see how the other matches turned out, but it's probably too late at this point. What did you want to do?"

Marco blinked, making a surprised noise when he was slapped on the shoulder. It didn't hurt and he hadn't moved out of the way, it had just surprised him. It made him smile for a moment. It seemed like the awkwardness and everything that Jean had shown before towards Marco had faded away. He managed to hold onto the drink in his hand the whole time. He was so happy and excited to have Jean getting back to his old self.

"Yeah!!" He just about shouted it at the other before taking a moment to clear his throat and remember that he was still in a hospital. People were here resting and recooperating after...who knows what.

"We at least know that his strength is in his legs. His weakness must be waist up then. If we have time...we should make sure to look all of our enemies over before we engage with them. It might save us time. But we'll never know for sure about our enemy's surprise weapons." He paused and reached out his free hand to put it on the other's shoulder in return, giving it a light squeeze, "Jean, this might be a minor setback but I don't want you to give up at all. Okay?"

Even Jean was taken a bit aback by Marco's outburst. His eyes widened and he stared, before he just shrugged and tried to drag him along. It was good to see Marco had cheered up a little. He could be as loud as he fucking wanted. If someone had a problem with it, they'd have to deal with him.

"We should, if they give us time to. He was fast, but it's possible the boots had something to do with that too. On the other hand, they won't know what we're hiding either. We won't be the only ones at a disadvantage." He looked startled by the very idea, but he just shook his head firmly, flashing him that smug, obnoxious smirk he generally saved for taunting Jaeger. "I can't give up after that. I'm going to kick his ass, in front of hundreds of people. Let's see how much he likes being humiliated."

"We'll set something up in the same area too. Then everyone could watch you two again." He chuckled, glad to see that Jean hadn't taken this too hard. He normally didn't...but with how he had been lately, Marco was a little worried.

"We should get back home before everyone worries." Marco paused, "Not our home, I meant Mikasa and Eren's." He frowned lightly. He shouldn't forget something like that so easily. They're both allowing him to live there.

"I'm pretty sure we can use the Colosseum, so it should work out." Still, there were things about the fight that troubled Jean. He didn't want someone like Mercury going anywhere near Marco. He still remembered the blinding pain, that wasn't something people did because it was necessary, he had wanted to inflict pain on him. He had to be careful about how he went about this.

He shook his head firmly. "It's our home too. That's how the others see it. Mikasa's in charge, but I'm fine with continuing to live with everyone. An apartment would be too much of a hassle." Not like he cares or anything.

"You're going to stay?" Marco couldn't help but smile when Jean said that. He was so worried that the other wouldn't want to stay with them. But after hearing about Roman and everything...it was probably best to have them all stay together, especially if a few of them were staff members of the company under attack.

"Yeah, it would... I had thought about moving out when..." He didn't finish, just shaking his head for a second, "I was going to find somewhere else to live once I got my job... But I wouldn't be able to live alone. I guess I've been with everyone too long to be able to handle it."

"It makes the most sense, doesn't it? I mean... I'm going to have to find employment somewhere else, at least something temporary, so I'm not just taking up space." He scowled. It was obvious the current situation bothered him deeply. He had always been able to hold his own in the past. He might not have been as strong as Mikasa, or stubborn as Jaeger, but he was able to help. He had put everything into this fight, thinking he would win, and now...

Adjusting was strange. That's all. He knew what Marco was implying, and he still felt bad about it. But if Marco wanted to move past it, he wouldn't argue. "I couldn't do it either. I thought about doing the same, obviously, but...it's a lot more interesting around everyone else."

"If you want, you can use Armin, me, or Weiss as a reference. Even if you didn't do well in the fight, she could vouch for you, I'm sure. Everyone would vouch for you, maybe even Eren." He still remembered how Jean and Eren used to fight all the time. Even if Eren wasn't around much.

Marco laughed lightly. He seemed to be in a better mood knowing that Jean was fine now. He didn't believe the workers at all but seeing their work afterword was very shocking.

Marco walked over to the door, looking out to make sure that no one was coming to check on Jean. He made a motion for Jean to follow right after.

Jean cringed a bit at the idea. "I'd really rather not place my hopes in Eren. And Weiss is okay and all, but she doesn't actually know me and I don't know her." It was fine though, he had a few options for references if he needed them.

He found himself smiling. It was good to see Marco laughing and back to normal. Or as normal as he could be. If he could continue to see Marco happy, maybe he could reign in his own emotions.

He paused, wondering why Marco was acting like he was trying to be sneaky. Was there something going on he didn't know about? He shrugged and followed him.

"Something wrong?"

"I'll always put in a good word for you, Jean. And I know Mikasa, Armin, and everyone else will too."

"Well," Marco began, looking down the hallway one more time, "We have to make our escape before they come to check on you! They'll keep you here longer. And for some people who just...saved your life, I don't think that we should fight them to leave." Besides, what if they brought a bill in for everything that Jean had used and how long he had been here?! They could do that just like the inn does!

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