Sometimes a Freckled Jesus Needs A Saviour

Marco knew that this was the end. There was nowhere left to go, unless he could break through the brick of the building. The titan took up any space that he might have been able to grapple his 3D gear onto, as it loomed over closer to him. Marco stayed, perched on the wall, petrified.

This was the end, he thought. He was going to die before he could ever become a member of the military police. The titan leered at him, moving in closer. It didn't even seem to bother picking him up. Why would it? Marco was at perfect level for the titan to eat him. He felt his legs shaking, and he was wondering why he wasn't moving.

Just as the titan was about to chomp on him, Marco heard a loud voice, "MARCO!"

No. It couldn't be… Marco briefly looked over to see Jean, flying through the air directly at him. It didn't seem as though Jean was trying to kill the titan; his angle wasn't just quite right. Even if Jean did kill the titan, it was going to be too late, the titan's jaw was open over top of Marco, its saliva dripping down on him.

The next thing Marco felt was a harsh pain in his ribs, and then a ripping and intense pain in his arm. The force was strong enough to push Marco off of his hold on the wall, and onto the ground below. The next couple of seconds were a blur; what had happened? Why did his right arm hurt so much? Where was Jean?

Once the black spots from his vision disappeared, he saw Jean, lying on the ground, face down, in a pool of blood. His leg… Jean's right leg was missing, and blood was flowing freely from its stump. Marco was about to go over to him, trying to drag himself with his right arm, when he realized that it was no longer there.

A shaking breath left Marco. Jean had saved him… but would he remain saved?

"Je-jean!" Marco called out as the titan's booming footsteps grew closer to him. This was the end… for both of them.

Suddenly, there was a loud thud, and the titan collapsed a couple of feet from Marco. Marco turned to look up, to see a person standing on top of the titan. Marco didn't registered anymore before his entire world turned dark.

He woke up in a clean bed. His arm, or rather lack of, had been neatly bandaged. A glass of water was on the side table to his left. He slowly sat himself up, and reached out for the glass with his shaking left hand. This was going to take a long while to get used to.

I'm alive, he thought as he sipped the water. He tried to recall what had happened, but all he could remember was Jean lying in a dangerously large pool of blood. His heart sunk. Jean. What had happened to him?

Marco was about to pull himself out of the bed before he heard a small, "Hold on."

Marco turned to see Jean, lying in a bed across from him. Though he looked a lot paler than usual, Jean looked alive. Marco could see where his missing leg was, but did not comment on it. "You saved me."

"I know I did, moron," Jean sighed, before he gave Marco a small smile, "Sorry about your arm. I couldn't get there in time."

"An arm is nothing… you saved my life, at the cost of your leg," Marco retorted.

"Yeah… that was really stupid, wasn't it?" Jean said, and though his tone was serious, Marco knew that Jean didn't mean it. Jean turned to look at Marco, "So much for the Military Police."

Marco gave a small laugh, "I think we've done enough fighting for a lifetime."

The end because I literally have no idea how to properly end this.