(Y/N) tells us a story starting from five years ago, the year 845. She tells us about her childhood friends, and the important people in her life, Mikasa, Eren, Armin, Connie, Sasha, and Jean. (Y/N) goes deep into explaining her relationship with Je...
When everyone had finished their dinner, we started heading out. After saying goodnight to Eren and Armin, we retreated back to our cabins. On the way there I remembered something,
"Shit! I forgot to put away the medical equipment, it's still out on the field",
"Do you have your key?"
"Yeah I think so", I responded.
I quickly ran to the field to put everything away, only to see that the wind had pushed and knocked over the equipment, blowing it everywhere. I had to put the medical equipment away properly, or it was my ass on the line.
Luckily for me, there was an envelope containing information on what was supposed to be inside each medical kit. I knew that none of the medical equipment had been touched because no one wanted to risk Commander Sadies thinking they were weak when they got hurt.
So I figured that every kit should've had the exact amount of everything, as seen on the piece of paper in the envelope.
I quickly started assembling the medical kits as quickly as I could, paying little to no attention to how sloppy I placed everything, I was just trying to get it done before someone caught me out on the field.
"Y/N? is that you?" I heard some call behind me as the person got closer each second.
My heart dropped.
I started whispering to myself and hoping that it wasn't anyone with authority walking towards me.
I slowly looked up at the person that was so hovering over me,
it was Jean.
" What are you doing out here?"
" I'm putting the medkits back together. I forgot to put them away earlier and the wind knocked them over", I replied.
"I'll help you, it'll go faster that way"
Jean looked at an already assembled kit as a reference to how each one he packed should look like and he put them together with care.
It took us a good hour to make sure we picked everything up and packed everything accordingly. We took the kits to the shed, both of us having arms full of them.
The shelf for medical material was on the highest shelf, so I had to put the equipment on the ground to try and reach it. I grunted in frustration as I wasn't able to reach the top shelf, Jean noticed.
"Do you need help?" he questioned.
"...Yes," I replied, admitting defeat.
Jean walked over to my side and picked up the kits from the ground to put them on the middle shelf. He grabbed me by my sides and lifted me up, effortlessly. I reached down to the middle shelf, grabbing the kits, transporting them to the top.
