The Pauper Prince || Attack on Titan x Male Reader

My Bleeding

A few of the cadets gathered around to discuss the upcoming assault on the supply depot when a question was raised.

Armin: I don't like to think about it but...

Armin trailed off, glancing over his shoulder at you. You had been laid up against a wall, another cadet conversing with you to keep you awake.

Armin: Are we sure the supply depot has medical aid that can help (Y/n)?

Conny: Of course it does! It has too! 

Sasha: We can't just let him die!

Armin let out a sigh before explaining further. 

Armin: (L/n) has lost way too much blood and that was before he forced himself to glide across Trost. Even if we can bandage his wound properly, I worry... What do you think Jean, Marco?

The two seemingly were put on the spot as they glanced over to you.

Jean: We shouldn't just let another one of our comrades bleed out if we can keep him alive.

Marco: It's one thing to die in service to the King but... this is wrong. Let's get moving so we can help him.

Sasha: Should one of us stay with him? I don't think he can make it into position.

Jean: Just leave someone from the supply squad. The bastards can do one thing at least...

Jean trailed off looking over at you. In truth, compared to many of the others you were becoming dead weight. You could barely move by this point and you had managed to bleed through another bandage due to moving across Trost. However, you still got up and moved forward, just like every other soldier despite your wounds. 

Armin also couldn't help but glance at you as everyone prepared to retake the depot. You seemed even paler, the rain from before and the blood loss taking a toll on your body as you could barely move. They needed to retake the supply room quickly to try and possibly stitch up the wound, though Sasha was right as well. If you went into shock while they were away, it would cripple morale and deprive the 104th of another comrade.

???: I'll stay with him. 

Armin glanced up to see a familiar blonde girl from the 104th, a look of determination as she took a look over her shoulder at you.

???: No way. It's too dangerous. What if those titans come back, Christa?

Christa: (L/n) is in too much pain to retake the depot but if we leave him here he will die! I won't allow anyone else to die, Ymir.

It was here you started to focus back in, your mind finally overcoming the sudden sleepiness as you noticed someone had been talking to you. A garrison jacket had been placed over you to keep you warm as you watched the other cadets start to move through the doorway, probably off to complete some grand mission. Yet here you were, bleeding like a stuck pig against some wall. That inner voice of yours started kicking in again, raking you through the dirt as your confusion turned sour. 

Why can't I do anything? My friends are dying and I can't even move... what the hell is wrong with me? I should be up and helping them do... whatever it is they are doing.

???: Can you hear me?

You blinked a bit, managing to focus your attention on the person speaking to you. She looked... really familiar. Her vibrant blue eyes staring back into your dull (E/c) ones as she smiled gently, her long blonde hair framing her face perfectly as you could feel your heart skip a beat, which wasn't all that good considering the blood loss.