Amelia ☾ [L. Ackerman X OC]

Seven

Amelia struggled as she dragged Isabel nearer to their house, all the way on the outskirts of town.

Almost there, she mentally boasted, ignoring the throbbing in her left side, keep going.

"Hey, you're back already. That didn't take long-" Farlan's pale blue eyes widened when he noticed the particularly poor state they two had been in, "what happened?"

Amelia hadn't acknowledged him as she lowly grunted, "take her from me, please." She begged, her vision becoming blurrier each passing second.

"Oh right!" He immediately ran to her, taking an unconscious Isabel from her. Her shoulder was draped clumsily over his neck.

He noted several visible bruises on Isabel's body; one on her the temple of her head, her right knuckle, and left forearm. He had, however, assumed there were more hiding beneath her clothing. After these brief observations, he shifted to check on the stumbling Amelia.

"Thank you." She whispered, the speech barely audible from her hushed volume. She offered him the weakest, yet brightest grin she could muster before ungracefully falling onto the dirt as her awareness faded.

"Uh- Levi!" Farlan frantically shouted, aware of the fact that he couldn't carry both injured women in by himself, and that he shouldn't leave Amelia alone outside in such a place.

He dreaded Levi's incoming wrath while he heard the shuffling inside, the steps growing closer as Levi left his black tea on the table.

He's gonna be so pissed, Farlan preemptively groaned, securing his grasp of Isabel's limp frame.

"What now?" Levi huffed, opening the front door, his palm pressed to the rotten wood.

The usually stoic man almost seemed surprised, in Farlan's judgement, as he saw Isabel passed out against his chest and Amelia in the same state, except on the ground.

"What went down?" He plainly inquired, swiftly picking up the troublesome woman bridal style so her tiny legs casually dangled over his arm, her head lazily resting on his collarbone.