fragile. //discontinued//

7.

*Hope you guys haven't given up on reading this story because of late updates and all the filler chapters. And lack of Historia. I'm so sorry. Also, this chapter is very suckish. Mainly because I've never been in a situation similar to this so I don't really know how it should play out and because I've been dealing with major author's block. HAHA*

I wiped the blood at the corner of my mouth off with a sleeve of my hoodie. It stung like hell but I couldn't care less. I grabbed the guy by the hem of his shirt and spat in his face.

Why was I involving myself into a fight? Beats me. I forgot why I was so pissed off with that guy in the first place.

I dropped him on the ground, ready to walk away but a sudden wave of guilt washed over me.

"What are you doing?"

I could almost hear her voice scolding me, ushering me to help the person for who's wounds I was responsible in the first place. I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed.

Fuck it.

I picked his half conscious body up and dragged him over to the infirmary. I was gonna get in trouble for this but honestly, I couldn't give two shits about that.

I swore silently to myself. The guy was heavy and kept falling off my back. It makes me wonder how he's even conscious, with how many times his head has hit the floor. I entered the infirmary and placed the guy on one of the beds.

"Tch." I clicked my tongue as I lazily headed for the cabinet with alcohol and band aids. I had no idea how to treat someone, but I've been treated multiple times after getting into bad fights.

I placed the cotton on the tip of the bottle and shook it before placing it down.

"I've never seen someone taking care of the person they beat up." I turned around. Historia was on one of the infirmary beds in half sitting position, her upper body resting on her elbows as she stared at me while I treated the guy's wounds. Crap. Crap. Crap.

Since when was she here? My mind went into a full panic mode as my hands started to shake but I managed to play it cool.

"How do you know it was me who beat him up?" I shot back.

"I guessed." Petite blonde answered, shaking her head at me. She giggled slightly and leaned in.

"Well, I'm special." She giggled at that and I had to force myself not to smile. "Besides, I don't even remember why I beat him up, so this is like an apology from me."
Crap.

"So you haven't changed a bit." Historia sighed, letting herself fall on the bed.

I sighed as if mimicking her and got up.

"I had no reason to. You weren't there so I couldn't really hurt anyone other than myself. I'm fucked, Historia, no use in trying to fix me."
That sounded so emo.

The room became silent and awkward after that.

"Ymir," Historia suddenly called, "are you free tomorrow at 7?"

"Are you asking me out on a date?"

"Perhaps."

"...I'm free."