Sacrifice For You (Hange Zoe x Female Reader)

11: Will

Three days. Three whole days had gone by. At first, I'd spent them looking for Hange, desperate to ask them what they meant by blaming myself- and how they claimed I wasn't at fault for Will's death. But I soon realized that despite their loud personality, they knew how to hide away when they truly wanted to.

I ended up back in my bed at some point, unable to comprehend much that was happening. Hange's words played over and over again in my mind with such a sickeningly incessant pattern that I eventually forced myself to sleep, regret coursing through my body every time I woke up.

"[Y/N]? Are you in there? Sugar?" A knock sounded at my room door, and I curled over in my bed, responding with an irritated groan at the nickname.

"Can we please try my way now?" I heard another voice and furrowed my brows slightly. Huh?

A shuffle of footsteps sounded before a blow was delivered to the door, and it flew open, hitting the wall with a thud. I quickly sat up, glaring at two figures who stood in the doorway. Jean and Sasha.

"What the fuck?" I spat, looking between the two and the door- which surprisingly wasn't broken- as they made their way over to me.

"Sorry not sorry, you need to get the hell up." Jean crossed his arms over his chest, sitting at the end of the bed with a cocky expression.

"Jean!" Sasha reprimanded the boy, lazily slapping his shoulder. She sat down next to me, crawling under the blankets and resting her head on my shoulder. The brunette looked up at me with big, brown eyes, "you haven't been to the dining hall in days! I had to eat your food for you." She pouted.

"Sounds like a dream come true, Sash," I pointed out.

"...Maybe."

"That's what I thought."

"Look, you're going to have to get out of bed either way, Captain Levi requested you in Trost," Jean chimed in, looking between the two of us with his head tilted to the side. The last time we spoke was right before Utgard. Right before everything happened. I felt sick at the thought, knowing conversation was the reason this whole mess was happening.

"But we should... probably change these first." Sasha wrinkled her nose, gesturing to the bandages on my face. I touched them gently, grimacing. I forgot about that...

Jean stayed back as the two of us went to the bathrooms everyone shared, and Sasha gently unwrapped the cloth around my forehead and jawline, placing down a pile of clothes she had grabbed. "You should shower, too..." her face contorted into one of disgust, throwing away the dried and bloodied material.

I scoffed and quietly began to unbutton my shirt. "Did Levi mention what he wanted?" I asked, wondering if Hange had confronted him. I don't doubt it, unfortunately.

"Not really, he just said he'd have Jean and I stuffed and hung up on his wall if we didn't make sure you got there." She chuckled nervously.

"How... gruesome," I mumbled.

"At least the Commander will probably be there! You won't have to survive the grump all alone," she revealed, and I tugged at the socks on my feet. That's right. The Commander.

Armin frantically explaining everything to me when they returned a few nights ago mulled over in my mind. From Eren conducting some sort of new power on the Titans to the Commander losing his arm. I had tried to react, to give him some sort of support, but all I had been able to muster were quiet nods.

Sasha turned around as I stripped the rest of my clothes, and I stepped into one of the curtained showers, pumping the water out with a handle until it reached a continuous stream. "Not to interrogate you," I began, "but have you... seen the Section Commander recently?"