《Wings (Eremika AU)》14. Don't die on me brat
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Mikasa rushed to Eren entwined their hands, placed her head on his chest, which replied with a weak heartbeat. Tears of pure joy welled up, soaking Erens hospital coat.
She completely ignored the others and they did not try to converse with her and left her to cry her eyes out. Mikasa felt a calming hand on her shoulder. She lifted her head to see the auburn haired lady smiling down on her. Mikasa stood up regaining her composure.
"I'm Petra, Petra Ral, I assume your Mikasa?"
"Yes I am, nice to meet you too Petra. How do u know me and Eren."
"Well I, actually all three of us were at one point or another squad mates with Eren. In all the years I've known him I preety much figured out what you looked like without any photos."
"Eren talked about me with you guys."
"Tch the brat never shut up about you. No wonder I always put him on cleaning duty." The short stack spoke.
"This one is Levi, he was Eren captain and even bigger muppet than Jaeger is." Ymir piped up this time.
Petra glared at Levi and Ymir with murderous intent, simultaneously ganing Mikasa's respect.
"Mikasa I would like to introduce you to Levi Ackerman, who was as you now know used to be Eren's superior officer. This charming lady is Ymir. Just Ymir. She went through basic training with Eren and the both went through the same specalist program."
Mikasa looked at them with a new found respect. These people had gone through it all with Eren. They had supported Eren throughout his absence and had been a better family to Eren than Mikasa ever could, no better people. They deserved her thanks and much more.
"Thank you for taking care of Eren."
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"Tch, we don't need your thanks. Petra you want some water? I'm going to get some."
Without a reply Levi got up and left. Despite his obvious history with Eren, Mikasa got the feeling she would never ever get along with this guy.
"Excuse my boyfriend, he's lost more people than most."
"It's fine.... wait boyfriend? Seriously? No offence but were you dropped on your head as a baby?"
Petra replied with a haughty laugh, "none taken, thats preety much everyones initial reaction, but yes. I've been in the same squad with him for 12 years so I'm used to him and slowly began to fall in love with him."
"We I guees that makes sense, um could either of you tell me how Eren is?"
Perta looked to Ymir who nodded, "your boyfriend received a stab wound to the lung.."
"We..we...aren't dating actualy." Mikasa interjected while looking at the ground, Ymir seemed to take no notice however.
"..several other stab wounds which caused profuse bleeding. Sharaple fragments which tore up his internal organs. Several broken fingers, ontop of his already damaged hand. He's had worse."
"Worse how could it get any worse!"
"Being tortured to the brink of death for two weeks straight."
Mikasa lay down on the hospital bed with Eren, cuddling upto him.
"Uh can you guys tell me about Eren when he was in the military?"
"Don't see why not."
For the next few hours Mikasa was entertained, enthralled, horrified and amused, largely amused, due to the nature of the stories she was told. Levi told the more serious stories, Petras were lighthearted and Ymir's were just, well they were just stupid stores about Eren pulling pranks on offices and other soliders and the punishment dished out on the times he got caught. Thses were Mikasa's favorite as they remined her of growing up with Eren and his mischievous nature.
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Without realising it Mikasa had fallen asleep next to Eren. Levi was the last to leave and he found a spare blankets and threw it at the sleeping Mikasa then placed a small packet on Erens bed side table.
"Don't die on me brat."
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