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I wrote this after a lunch of Chicken flavoured ramen, a cheese sandwich, and a tall glass of milk! Hope you guys like it!

“Eat.” Erwin demanded, but you kept your lips pursed shut. His eyes narrowed, but he maintained the same smile on his face.

“My love, you haven’t eaten in the last few days… please.” He said, bringing the spoon to your lips again. You bit your lip, and inhaled deeply before blowing into the spoon, and causing soup to spray all over Erwin’s face. He sighed in an aggravated manner, and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to clean his face.

“You’re making this very difficult…” He mumbled, placing the food down.

“What?” you asked, your eyes still narrowed dangerously.

“Keeping you alive, you ungrateful-” He took a deep breath as a means of regaining his composure, and a smile reemerged on his face.

“Commander-”

“I told you to call me Erwin!” He shouted suddenly, his voice echoing off the walls and making you wince. He saw this and quickly calmed himself down.

“... is there anything I can do that may make you more comfortable…?” He asked. Many thoughts ran through your head, but you closed your eyes, and took a deep breath.

“I’m willing to cooperate… if you save Jean.” You mumbled, nodding towards his form that was curled up in the corner of the room. He was shaking violently, and looking in your direction. Erwin looked towards him, and then glanced back at you before shaking his head and releasing a slow, obnoxious chuckle.

“Of course… if that’s what you want.” He said, and left to go upstairs. Several agonizing moments passed before the sound of his footsteps reverberated down the stairs once again. His hand slid across your face before you felt something cold and metal meet your skin as well. He then placed it in your blistered, tied hand, and moved your forefinger to the trigger.

“For you…” He mumbled, before waltzing over to Jean with a syringe in his hand.

“Wait, what is that… in the needle...?” You asked, after glancing down at the handgun Erwin had placed in your hand.

“Penicillin.” He said simply before stabbing it into Jean’s arm roughly. Jean groaned weakly, and clutched his stomach after Erwin had stood up to walk away from him.

“Anything else…?” He asked.

“No.” You said, your eyes looking back down at the gun in your hand.

‘I could just shoot him and be done with all of this demented nonsense…’ You thought to yourself your hand trembled as you focused on it, and thought about what to do.

‘No… he wouldn’t just hand me a loaded gun…’ You groaned inwardly, and directed your attention back towards the ceiling.

“Mmmm…” Erwin hummed, approaching you, and running his fingers up your shirt from your belly button to your collarbone. You turned your head away, and whimpered, but he grabbed your face and jerked your head back to look at him.

“You said you would cooperate.” He said, raising his voice. You swallowed a lump in your throat, and glanced back over at Jean who was conscious, looking up at you weakly, and barely breathing. You closed your eyes tightly, and took a deep breath.

‘I got Jean into this in the first place… I have to get us out of this…’ you thought.

“Erwin…” You mumbled, turning your face inward so your lips would meet his hand.
“You’re right… you’ve been taking care of me this whole time, and I’ve been acting like a brat… I’m sorry.” You apologized, trying to make it sound as sincere as possible. He smiled and brought his face down to yours. You held your breath as he ran his lips across yours and pressed his firmly against yours.

‘Just do it...’

You tilted your hand, aiming for his chest while he was distracted, and started to squeeze the trigger. You didn’t expect it to be loaded, but you knew you had to try something. Your eyes widened as you felt his hand grab yours and pull the gun away.
“I nearly forgot that I let you hold my gun…” He mumbled. He pulled it from your weakened grip and held it up for you to see. He stepped back, and pulled the clip, causing a single bullet to fall from the magazine.

‘It was loaded…?!’

He saw your eyes widen as he tossed the gun away and picked up one bullet from the ground. He then grabbed your jaw and forced your mouth open.

“Bite down.” He demanded, and you shook your head.

“You really don’t want me to make you.” He said darkly, and you reluctantly did so, tasting the lead from the bullet almost immediately.

“Do you know where the term ‘bite the bullet’ originally comes from?” He asked. Obviously, you couldn’t answer, so you stayed quiet.

“You don’t know…? Ah well, let me explain.” He said, pulling up his chair to sit beside of you.

“A bullet was usually given to a patient to bite down on when their surgeon was cutting off body parts… you see, you’re supposed to focus on biting the bullet, and not the pain that comes from being cut into pieces…” He explained. Your eyes widened, and he chuckled before shaking his head.
“(F/N), I’m not going to cut you.” He said, but you still wouldn’t relax.

“These bullets were a gift, from Hanji, you see. What’s interesting about them is that the outside shell is obviously led, but once the lead has been deformed by pressure, it acts as a capsule, and expels potassium cyanide.” Your heart began to beat faster and faster as you lie there, unable to speak, or think.

“Of course, against titans, this obviously wouldn’t do much damage, but in a human…” He reached forward, and pressed your nose in, causing you to whimper slightly.

“Well, within moments of ingestion, it will cause brain death… and a few minutes shortly afterward, the heart would stop…” He leaned forward so his face hovered over yours.

Your jaw was trembling from being held open, and tears began to slide down the outer corners of your eyes, so you shut them closed tightly as you felt him climb into the bed next to you.

“Such a terrible way to die…” He mumbled, stroking your face gently. You suddenly felt your bottom lip grow hot as the lead began to dissolve. A shrill sound came from your throat as the pain started to become unbearable, and the tears began to flow even more.

“Shit…” Erwin cursed under his breath. He turned your face towards him, but did nothing further.

“That looks painful, (F/N).” He said simply, bringing his lips to your ear, and licking the outer shell slightly. Your hands balled into tight fists as you fought against your restraints, causing the already blistered skin to rip open, and the sores to bleed.
“Look at you… still trying to escape…” He mumbled, moving so he was straddling your waist. You fought harder, the acid burning more and more through the lead of the bullet and burning your lips even more.

“You need to be punished…” He said, his voice growing dangerously deep. He slid his hands up and down your side before he began to unbutton your shirt little by little.

Your eyes widened as you realized his intentions, and your body froze. He had unbuttoned the last button, and pulled your shirt open completely to expose your upper body to him. He started to move his hand beneath your bra to remove it, but you suddenly began to shake your head violently.

“STOP!” He shouted, grabbing your throat with one hand.

“Do you WANT that bullet to kill you?” He asked, his eyes darkening. Your eyes narrowed at him, and then your body went limp.

‘It’s my only way out of this... I have to... I'm sorry, Jean, but...’ you thought, the tears flowing freely again as you bit down, applying pressure to the capsule and hearing it crack slightly.
‘There’s no other way out of this...’ you whimpered as your mouth began to burn, but suddenly, the bullet was pulled from your mouth, and a loud, pain-filled scream shook you to your core. Erwin stumbled halfway off the bed, and was holding his hand screaming in pain as the acid burned his skin. You had managed to wriggle your left hand loose, and you reached out for the knife he kept in his holster, but he turned too quickly, and pinned you down with his hands up beside of your head. His face got close to yours again as his usually well kempt hair fell messily forward into his face, giving him a disheveled appearance. The look of pure rage on his face added to his demented facade.

“YOU BITCH!” He screamed, bringing one hand down across your cheek.

The inside of your mouth burned as you tasted some acid that lingered from the bullet. You painfully kept it inside of your cheek as he brought your face back to look at him again.
“We are going to try this one more time, and if you don’t behave I will-” You gathered as much saliva as you could to add to the acidic mix, and expelled it from your lips in a powerful burst, causing Erwin to scream out again, and clutch his face in pure agony. You managed to knock his knife loose from its holster as he began writhing around in pain, trying to find his feet and trying to see. You desperately tried to reach for the knife that fell to the floor, just inches from your fingers, but just as you were about to grab ahold of it, it was kicked out of reach by a frantically screaming Erwin. His back hit a wall on the opposite side of the room, and he stumbled back, still holding his face as steam rose from his flesh, and the sickening smell of it burning filled the room, making you want to vomit. He looked directly at you, and stumbled to his feet, shouting loudly before rushing towards you. You braced for impact, but it never came. The next time you looked up, you saw Jean rush at Erwin from the side, and knock him to the ground.

“(F/N)…!” He screamed, grabbing the knife, and tossing it in such a way that it landed right at the side of the bed.

You quickly grabbed it, and managed to angle it in such a way that it cut the cable tie around your wrist. You released your other hand, and weakly stumbled to the floor as you tried to keep your head from spinning. In your daze, you noticed the gun on the floor, and grabbed it with your shaky and bloody hands. You lifted it up and pointed it directly at Erwin whom Jean had just managed to shove off of himself. Erwin’s back hit a wall, and he looked up at you as you approached him with the gun deadlocked on him.

“You … idiot…” He chuckled.

“Don’t you remember? There was only one bullet!” He laughed maniacally.

“I didn’t forget… but you did.” You said, your voice dropping an octave in a malicious way.

He went silent, and his eyes widened as you cocked the gun, and pointed it back at him.

“Dammit… I forgot… about the bullet in the chamber…” He chuckled to himself, still holding half of his face with one hand as his body trembled.

“You got me…” He groaned, slumping down slightly and chuckling.

“Go ahead… pull the trigger…” He urged. Jean stumbled up next to you, and placed a hand on your shoulder.

“(F/N)...?” He groaned, squeezing one eye shut in pain.

“My leg is broken and I can’t move… just kill me…” Erwin chuckled. You stared at him for a moment before sliding your eyes closed, and lowering the gun. You realeased the bullet in the chamber so it would fall out in your hand.

“No. That would be too easy.” You mumbled, walking over to Erwin slowly, and kneeling in front of him. You grabbed his jaw and forced his mouth open as he had with you, and placed the bullet in his mouth vertically so it held his mouth open wider.

“Time for you to bite the bullet, commander.” You said quietly, and looked over at Jean.

“Let’s get out of here…” You mumbled, wrapping an arm around Jean to help him up the stairs.

“We’re just gonna leave him there like that…?” Jean asked, groaning from the pain.

“I’ll send someone to take care of him after we get you looked at…” You mumbled, finally getting to the top of the stairs. The sunlight blinded the both of you as you stepped outside of Erwin’s office, and you were suddenly surrounded by people who were wondering what had happened to you and Jean.

“We’re going to be okay, Jean…” You mumbled, hugging him before you were taken to the infirmary by a group of your concerned friends.

*A few hours later*

You flexed your fingers within the confines of the gauze wrapped around your wrists and fingers, and glanced over at Jean who was resting not so peacefully on the other side of the room, but would be okay regardless.

“(L/N)...” You heard a voice. You sat up and watched Lance Corporal Levi walk through the door of your hospital room. His expression was unreadable as usual.

“Sir…?” You questioned, hoping he would tell you what became of the Scout’s former commander.

“He’s alive. He’s badly burned and disfigured… but alive.” He said, looking down and to the side.

“Sir… I’m sorry… I know he-”

“The man that did those awful things to you… wasn’t the man who I eventually came to respect.” Levi assured. You looked down and to the side, but Levi placed a hand on your shoulder, making you look back up at him.

“You fought like hell to keep yourself and your comrade alive… you did what you had to, right?” He asked, and you simply nodded.

“Then you’re justified.” He said, simply, sliding his hand from your shoulder.

“What will happen to him…?” You asked as Levi began to walk off.

“He’ll be put on trial… if- and when he is found guilty, the judges will decide what should be done with him… get some rest now.” He continued to walk, and stopped beside of Jean’s bed. Jean lifted his head up to acknowledge the Corporal, and Levi just nodded.

“Kierstein… your punishment still stands. After you have completely healed, you still have to run those laps.” Levi said before exiting the room completely. You rested your head back on your pillow, and slid your eyes closed as your exhaustion began to take over.

‘It’s over… this nightmare is over… and now… I can live to fight for humanity again…’

You sighed deeply, and suddenly felt a fabric-covered hand cover your mouth. Your eyes popped open, and your screams were muffled by the hand as you realized it belong to Erwin. Half of his face was bandaged as well, and he looked down at you condescendingly.

“I’m just here to talk…” He said, and you silenced your screams as you watched him sit a good distance away from you with assistance of a cane. He groaned as he sat, and he exhaled deeply.

“It probably makes you feel good to see me like this, huh…?” He asked, but you remained silent.

“When you put that bullet in my mouth… it brought me to my senses I think… made me realize just how much I had put you through…” He continued. You glared coldly at him as he chuckled to himself.

“What was that you said…? ‘Time for you to bite the bullet commander’... heh… ironic, right?” He asked.

“You… tried to kill us.” You spoke, venom obvious in your words.

“... No. If I had wanted to kill either of you, I would have done it. As a scout, you’re taught to follow through when you have the intent to kill. Yet… neither of us could do the job.” He said, straightening his shoulders.

“What are you implying…?” You asked.

“... Even though you despise me now, we are very alike, you and I.” He said. Your eyes went wide, and your hands clenched into fists.

“I am nothing like you…” You hissed.

“But you are… more than you realize, (F/N).” He said, slowly standing from his seat, assisted by his cane. He began to walk past you, and stopped just before completely passing you by.

“Ever heard of Stockholm syndrome…? Anyway, I’ll see you soon, (F/N).” He said, casually before leaving through the door, and seemingly causing the temperature to drop as he did so. You sat there quietly as your hand gripped your chest, directly over your heart, and your face began to burn with a light shade of pink.

“Shit…” You mumbled, quietly within the darkness and silence of the hospital room, as you were left with nothing but the sensation of your cheeks burning and the sound of your heart beating roughly against your chest.

AAAAND... That's that! Tell me what you think! I love hearing from you guys! ... Also, I get lonely.

:D (Big Grin) — Description

I wrote this after a lunch of Chicken flavoured ramen, a cheese sandwich, and a tall glass of milk! Hope you guys like it!

“Eat.” Erwin demanded, but you kept your lips pursed shut. His eyes narrowed, but he maintained the same smile on his face.

“My love, you haven’t eaten in the last few days… please.” He said, bringing the spoon to your lips again. You bit your lip, and inhaled deeply before blowing into the spoon, and causing soup to spray all over Erwin’s face. He sighed in an aggravated manner, and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to clean his face.

“You’re making this very difficult…” He mumbled, placing the food down.

“What?” you asked, your eyes still narrowed dangerously.

“Keeping you alive, you ungrateful-” He took a deep breath as a means of regaining his composure, and a smile reemerged on his face.

“Commander-”

“I told you to call me Erwin!” He shouted suddenly, his voice echoing off the walls and making you wince. He saw this and quickly calmed himself down.

“... is there anything I can do that may make you more comfortable…?” He asked. Many thoughts ran through your head, but you closed your eyes, and took a deep breath.

“I’m willing to cooperate… if you save Jean.” You mumbled, nodding towards his form that was curled up in the corner of the room. He was shaking violently, and looking in your direction. Erwin looked towards him, and then glanced back at you before shaking his head and releasing a slow, obnoxious chuckle.

“Of course… if that’s what you want.” He said, and left to go upstairs. Several agonizing moments passed before the sound of his footsteps reverberated down the stairs once again. His hand slid across your face before you felt something cold and metal meet your skin as well. He then placed it in your blistered, tied hand, and moved your forefinger to the trigger.

“For you…” He mumbled, before waltzing over to Jean with a syringe in his hand.

“Wait, what is that… in the needle...?” You asked, after glancing down at the handgun Erwin had placed in your hand.

“Penicillin.” He said simply before stabbing it into Jean’s arm roughly. Jean groaned weakly, and clutched his stomach after Erwin had stood up to walk away from him.

“Anything else…?” He asked.

“No.” You said, your eyes looking back down at the gun in your hand.

‘I could just shoot him and be done with all of this demented nonsense…’ You thought to yourself your hand trembled as you focused on it, and thought about what to do.

‘No… he wouldn’t just hand me a loaded gun…’ You groaned inwardly, and directed your attention back towards the ceiling.

“Mmmm…” Erwin hummed, approaching you, and running his fingers up your shirt from your belly button to your collarbone. You turned your head away, and whimpered, but he grabbed your face and jerked your head back to look at him.

“You said you would cooperate.” He said, raising his voice. You swallowed a lump in your throat, and glanced back over at Jean who was conscious, looking up at you weakly, and barely breathing. You closed your eyes tightly, and took a deep breath.

‘I got Jean into this in the first place… I have to get us out of this…’ you thought.

“Erwin…” You mumbled, turning your face inward so your lips would meet his hand.
“You’re right… you’ve been taking care of me this whole time, and I’ve been acting like a brat… I’m sorry.” You apologized, trying to make it sound as sincere as possible. He smiled and brought his face down to yours. You held your breath as he ran his lips across yours and pressed his firmly against yours.

‘Just do it...’

You tilted your hand, aiming for his chest while he was distracted, and started to squeeze the trigger. You didn’t expect it to be loaded, but you knew you had to try something. Your eyes widened as you felt his hand grab yours and pull the gun away.
“I nearly forgot that I let you hold my gun…” He mumbled. He pulled it from your weakened grip and held it up for you to see. He stepped back, and pulled the clip, causing a single bullet to fall from the magazine.

‘It was loaded…?!’

He saw your eyes widen as he tossed the gun away and picked up one bullet from the ground. He then grabbed your jaw and forced your mouth open.

“Bite down.” He demanded, and you shook your head.

“You really don’t want me to make you.” He said darkly, and you reluctantly did so, tasting the lead from the bullet almost immediately.

“Do you know where the term ‘bite the bullet’ originally comes from?” He asked. Obviously, you couldn’t answer, so you stayed quiet.

“You don’t know…? Ah well, let me explain.” He said, pulling up his chair to sit beside of you.

“A bullet was usually given to a patient to bite down on when their surgeon was cutting off body parts… you see, you’re supposed to focus on biting the bullet, and not the pain that comes from being cut into pieces…” He explained. Your eyes widened, and he chuckled before shaking his head.
“(F/N), I’m not going to cut you.” He said, but you still wouldn’t relax.

“These bullets were a gift, from Hanji, you see. What’s interesting about them is that the outside shell is obviously led, but once the lead has been deformed by pressure, it acts as a capsule, and expels potassium cyanide.” Your heart began to beat faster and faster as you lie there, unable to speak, or think.

“Of course, against titans, this obviously wouldn’t do much damage, but in a human…” He reached forward, and pressed your nose in, causing you to whimper slightly.

“Well, within moments of ingestion, it will cause brain death… and a few minutes shortly afterward, the heart would stop…” He leaned forward so his face hovered over yours.

Your jaw was trembling from being held open, and tears began to slide down the outer corners of your eyes, so you shut them closed tightly as you felt him climb into the bed next to you.

“Such a terrible way to die…” He mumbled, stroking your face gently. You suddenly felt your bottom lip grow hot as the lead began to dissolve. A shrill sound came from your throat as the pain started to become unbearable, and the tears began to flow even more.

“Shit…” Erwin cursed under his breath. He turned your face towards him, but did nothing further.

“That looks painful, (F/N).” He said simply, bringing his lips to your ear, and licking the outer shell slightly. Your hands balled into tight fists as you fought against your restraints, causing the already blistered skin to rip open, and the sores to bleed.
“Look at you… still trying to escape…” He mumbled, moving so he was straddling your waist. You fought harder, the acid burning more and more through the lead of the bullet and burning your lips even more.

“You need to be punished…” He said, his voice growing dangerously deep. He slid his hands up and down your side before he began to unbutton your shirt little by little.

Your eyes widened as you realized his intentions, and your body froze. He had unbuttoned the last button, and pulled your shirt open completely to expose your upper body to him. He started to move his hand beneath your bra to remove it, but you suddenly began to shake your head violently.

“STOP!” He shouted, grabbing your throat with one hand.

“Do you WANT that bullet to kill you?” He asked, his eyes darkening. Your eyes narrowed at him, and then your body went limp.

‘It’s my only way out of this... I have to... I'm sorry, Jean, but...’ you thought, the tears flowing freely again as you bit down, applying pressure to the capsule and hearing it crack slightly.
‘There’s no other way out of this...’ you whimpered as your mouth began to burn, but suddenly, the bullet was pulled from your mouth, and a loud, pain-filled scream shook you to your core. Erwin stumbled halfway off the bed, and was holding his hand screaming in pain as the acid burned his skin. You had managed to wriggle your left hand loose, and you reached out for the knife he kept in his holster, but he turned too quickly, and pinned you down with his hands up beside of your head. His face got close to yours again as his usually well kempt hair fell messily forward into his face, giving him a disheveled appearance. The look of pure rage on his face added to his demented facade.

“YOU BITCH!” He screamed, bringing one hand down across your cheek.

The inside of your mouth burned as you tasted some acid that lingered from the bullet. You painfully kept it inside of your cheek as he brought your face back to look at him again.
“We are going to try this one more time, and if you don’t behave I will-” You gathered as much saliva as you could to add to the acidic mix, and expelled it from your lips in a powerful burst, causing Erwin to scream out again, and clutch his face in pure agony. You managed to knock his knife loose from its holster as he began writhing around in pain, trying to find his feet and trying to see. You desperately tried to reach for the knife that fell to the floor, just inches from your fingers, but just as you were about to grab ahold of it, it was kicked out of reach by a frantically screaming Erwin. His back hit a wall on the opposite side of the room, and he stumbled back, still holding his face as steam rose from his flesh, and the sickening smell of it burning filled the room, making you want to vomit. He looked directly at you, and stumbled to his feet, shouting loudly before rushing towards you. You braced for impact, but it never came. The next time you looked up, you saw Jean rush at Erwin from the side, and knock him to the ground.

“(F/N)…!” He screamed, grabbing the knife, and tossing it in such a way that it landed right at the side of the bed.

You quickly grabbed it, and managed to angle it in such a way that it cut the cable tie around your wrist. You released your other hand, and weakly stumbled to the floor as you tried to keep your head from spinning. In your daze, you noticed the gun on the floor, and grabbed it with your shaky and bloody hands. You lifted it up and pointed it directly at Erwin whom Jean had just managed to shove off of himself. Erwin’s back hit a wall, and he looked up at you as you approached him with the gun deadlocked on him.

“You … idiot…” He chuckled.

“Don’t you remember? There was only one bullet!” He laughed maniacally.

“I didn’t forget… but you did.” You said, your voice dropping an octave in a malicious way.

He went silent, and his eyes widened as you cocked the gun, and pointed it back at him.

“Dammit… I forgot… about the bullet in the chamber…” He chuckled to himself, still holding half of his face with one hand as his body trembled.

“You got me…” He groaned, slumping down slightly and chuckling.

“Go ahead… pull the trigger…” He urged. Jean stumbled up next to you, and placed a hand on your shoulder.

“(F/N)...?” He groaned, squeezing one eye shut in pain.

“My leg is broken and I can’t move… just kill me…” Erwin chuckled. You stared at him for a moment before sliding your eyes closed, and lowering the gun. You realeased the bullet in the chamber so it would fall out in your hand.

“No. That would be too easy.” You mumbled, walking over to Erwin slowly, and kneeling in front of him. You grabbed his jaw and forced his mouth open as he had with you, and placed the bullet in his mouth vertically so it held his mouth open wider.

“Time for you to bite the bullet, commander.” You said quietly, and looked over at Jean.

“Let’s get out of here…” You mumbled, wrapping an arm around Jean to help him up the stairs.

“We’re just gonna leave him there like that…?” Jean asked, groaning from the pain.

“I’ll send someone to take care of him after we get you looked at…” You mumbled, finally getting to the top of the stairs. The sunlight blinded the both of you as you stepped outside of Erwin’s office, and you were suddenly surrounded by people who were wondering what had happened to you and Jean.

“We’re going to be okay, Jean…” You mumbled, hugging him before you were taken to the infirmary by a group of your concerned friends.

*A few hours later*

You flexed your fingers within the confines of the gauze wrapped around your wrists and fingers, and glanced over at Jean who was resting not so peacefully on the other side of the room, but would be okay regardless.

“(L/N)...” You heard a voice. You sat up and watched Lance Corporal Levi walk through the door of your hospital room. His expression was unreadable as usual.

“Sir…?” You questioned, hoping he would tell you what became of the Scout’s former commander.

“He’s alive. He’s badly burned and disfigured… but alive.” He said, looking down and to the side.

“Sir… I’m sorry… I know he-”

“The man that did those awful things to you… wasn’t the man who I eventually came to respect.” Levi assured. You looked down and to the side, but Levi placed a hand on your shoulder, making you look back up at him.

“You fought like hell to keep yourself and your comrade alive… you did what you had to, right?” He asked, and you simply nodded.

“Then you’re justified.” He said, simply, sliding his hand from your shoulder.

“What will happen to him…?” You asked as Levi began to walk off.

“He’ll be put on trial… if- and when he is found guilty, the judges will decide what should be done with him… get some rest now.” He continued to walk, and stopped beside of Jean’s bed. Jean lifted his head up to acknowledge the Corporal, and Levi just nodded.

“Kierstein… your punishment still stands. After you have completely healed, you still have to run those laps.” Levi said before exiting the room completely. You rested your head back on your pillow, and slid your eyes closed as your exhaustion began to take over.

‘It’s over… this nightmare is over… and now… I can live to fight for humanity again…’

You sighed deeply, and suddenly felt a fabric-covered hand cover your mouth. Your eyes popped open, and your screams were muffled by the hand as you realized it belong to Erwin. Half of his face was bandaged as well, and he looked down at you condescendingly.

“I’m just here to talk…” He said, and you silenced your screams as you watched him sit a good distance away from you with assistance of a cane. He groaned as he sat, and he exhaled deeply.

“It probably makes you feel good to see me like this, huh…?” He asked, but you remained silent.

“When you put that bullet in my mouth… it brought me to my senses I think… made me realize just how much I had put you through…” He continued. You glared coldly at him as he chuckled to himself.

“What was that you said…? ‘Time for you to bite the bullet commander’... heh… ironic, right?” He asked.

“You… tried to kill us.” You spoke, venom obvious in your words.

“... No. If I had wanted to kill either of you, I would have done it. As a scout, you’re taught to follow through when you have the intent to kill. Yet… neither of us could do the job.” He said, straightening his shoulders.

“What are you implying…?” You asked.

“... Even though you despise me now, we are very alike, you and I.” He said. Your eyes went wide, and your hands clenched into fists.

“I am nothing like you…” You hissed.

“But you are… more than you realize, (F/N).” He said, slowly standing from his seat, assisted by his cane. He began to walk past you, and stopped just before completely passing you by.

“Ever heard of Stockholm syndrome…? Anyway, I’ll see you soon, (F/N).” He said, casually before leaving through the door, and seemingly causing the temperature to drop as he did so. You sat there quietly as your hand gripped your chest, directly over your heart, and your face began to burn with a light shade of pink.

“Shit…” You mumbled, quietly within the darkness and silence of the hospital room, as you were left with nothing but the sensation of your cheeks burning and the sound of your heart beating roughly against your chest.

AAAAND... That's that! Tell me what you think! I love hearing from you guys! ... Also, I get lonely.