"Hey Reiner whats up?" Armin asked after promptly answering his phone.

"Just checking in to see how you are?"

Armin was pleasantly surprised by this remark, "I've been good thanks not really much worth reporting. Actually my internship at the hospital is done in a couple weeks and after that I have exams."

"Armin why do you sound so excited at the word... exams?"

"Well coz unlike you my head isn't made of bricks."

"Ouch. True but, ouch."

"How's the life of a mechanic?"

"Can't complain, Bertholdt has secured a few new apprentices for us and business is kinda booming. I'm glad people are either to dumb or lazy to take care of their cars or else I would be out of the job."

"Hehe, well people will always be hurting themselves and getting deathly sick so I'm never gonna be out of the job."

"Actually about your 'job' Armin, whats Eren's condition like and how's Mikasa holding up?"

"Hmmmm Eren.... how should I put this. He's a freak of nature. In my opinion and actual doctor's he should be very very dead, buuuut he isn't. In theory we should be keeping him in a coma for another 2 months but we're bringing him out on Friday.......... Reiner? Reiner? You there?"

"Yeah sorry Armin dropped my phone. Fuck me that's good news. Does Mikasa know yet?"

"No not yet but don't get your hopes up. Just because we're bringing him out of an induced coma, doesn't mean he will wake up or even survive. I'm not sure if I should tell Mika yet. Because of the uncertainty it may make her even worse. Over the past 3 weeks she's been in and out of Eren room. I think the only rest she gets is when she's on his hospital bed with him. I asked one of my seniors to sit down and talk with Mikasa and it's evident that Jean had huge mental grip on Mikasa, it's quite disturbing really. Originally she only confided her inner most thoughts to Eren but when he spiked town she lost that unconditional love or whatever. So naturally she turned to her boy friend and that's when I assumed Jean got this unhealthy grip on her... this actually makes that relationship so much easier to understand now. She doesn't seem to be acting normal and she's really quite pale, even paler than Annie."

"I HEARD THAT YOU PINT SIZED BITCH!"

"LOVE YOU TOO BABE! Anyway I got off topic all in all if I tell her it could improve her mental state or make it much worse so I don't know what I'll do."

"I'm sure you'll come to the right conclusion you always do."

"Reiner stop you'll make me blush."

"You just had to make it weird didn't you."

".....Yep."

"Well I have a customer pulling up thanks for the talk Armin, have a good one."

"You too Reiner."

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"Farlan! Isabel!" Eren watched at multiple bullets pierced Farlan's lower body. He was crippled and there was no way for him to get out. Isabel was carrying him on her back when a grenade was cast at their feet. She tossed Farlan aside and grabbed a sandbag then jumped onto the grenade, muffling the impact. All he could do was watch as Captain Levi pulled him away.

Eren woke up with a start, his breathing ragged and heavy, drenched in sweat. Where was he? Why did his chest and sides hurt so much? Why is my bed so comfortable? Why is this room so white and why does it reek of old people and death?

On instinct Eren got off the bed. Although he had ignored his injuries and all of the syringes inserted in his arm and nose, which all caused a spectacular crashing sound when he fell face first onto the floor. Eren took out all of the syringes carefully with a disgusted look on his face. He searched the closet from some clothes a dark green tee, black running shorts and black sneakers.

Once dressed Eren went to the door, rushed out of the door and bumped over a small blonde nurse, to who he quickly apologized and ran off again. Eren kept on running, despite the pain until he was on Mikasa's front porch. He knocked on the door and there was no answer. So he went around the back and searched for any trace of a spare key. Eventually he found the spare key magnetically attached to the bottom side of her barbecue.

Eren stepped inside and explored the house. He soon noticed the blood poring down hie legs and his shirt was drenched in a mixture of his blood and sweat. It was then that Eren actually registered the pain. He leaned against the kitchen bench as he came to grips with the pain and fatigue. Eren pulled his shirt off and threw it into Mikasa's rubbish bin. He figured out where she kept her mop and bussied himself by cleaning up his trail of blood. He took the first aid kit with him to her bathroom and undressed his wounds. As he had expected they had pretty much all healed, besides the ones he reopened on his run here.

"Hopefully people don't take to much notice of the trail of blood."

Eren took a shower and then dressed his wounds. Once he got out of the shower he heard a knocking at the door. So naturally he answered it, although he did answer it with nothing but a towel on. It was not who he expected, the nurse who he practically ran over was there, with her car parked in the drive way, and she looked mad. Whats more she was cute, "can I help you?"

"Well for starters you can go back to the hospital and receive proper medical treatment. I didn't slave away at your bedside for three weeks just for you to injure yourself again."

"Three weeks what do you mean."

"Have you checked the date, you were admitted on the 8th of July and today's date is the 29th."

Eren stood there perplexed, "Holy shit."