On a Sunny Wednesday morning, Grisha Yeager had arrived within Mitras, the Capital of the Three Walls. He had worn a dark brown vest, over a white shirt with a handkerchief covering her neck, a long black jacket, a pair of black pants, black shoes, a black hat and glasses. He wielded a suitcase in his left hand.
"You finally made it, dad. Took you long enough." Adult Eren Yeager said as he reunited with his father, Grisha within Mitras. Eren had worn a green trench coat with the Survey Corps emblem on his back and shoulders.
"I came as fast as I can, Eren!" Grisha responded. "Now, lead me to the direction of the young patient."
"Follow me." Eren led Grisha through the long castle halls towards Historia's location. Another forty seconds, Eren had brought to Queen Frieda's bedroom. "In here."
Grisha stared at Frieda's bedroom door for a moment. 'This is the Queen's bedroom.' Grisha glanced at Eren. "Alright. I'll treat and take care of the patient to the best of my abilities."
Eren opened Frieda's door wide so Grisha could enter. "After you."
Grisha did not reply to Eren before he had walked inside of Frieda Reiss' bedroom. As soon as he walked inside the royal bedroom, he glanced and saw Frieda attending to her younger half-sister, Historia. Frieda, who was dressed in white like she would go in prayer and her black hair was tied in a bun. She sat in a brown chair besides her bed, while Historia was sleeping in it. Historia had a red fever on her face and a soaked hot towel on her forehead.
Frieda gasped as she looked over towards the door and noticed Doctor Grisha Yeager walk inside her room. They stared at each other for a moment as nothing but silence had occurred. Frieda remembered Eren telling her that Grisha would've killed her, if she didn't help save Paradis. And Grisha saw what was supposed to happen, if Frieda had refused to help save Eldians of Paradis.
"Doctor Yeager!" Frieda had stood from her chair.
"It is an honor to meet you, again, Queen Reiss." Grisha tried bowing before Frieda.
"I-It's alright." Frieda blushed a bit while waving her hands.
Grisha raised his head and looked at the sick, sleeping Historia who appeared to be sick as a dog. "How has the young lady been feeling?"
"Not good. I don't know what's wrong with my little sister. She has been in this state for the past few days." Frieda explained.
In his mind, Grisha did not recall seeing Historia in his supposed future memories when he massacred the Reiss Family. "I see..." he walked close to the bed where Historia was lying and stared at her red face. It took Grisha a moment to diagnose Historia.
Historia suddenly coughs.
Grisha stared at Historia. "Has she been coughing recently?"
"Ever since I became queen... yes." Frieda answered as she gave Grisha space to check out Historia. "It just appeared out of nowhere. One moment she was fine when I saw her-and the next, she started getting sick." Frieda explained to Grisha.
"I see..." Grisha removed the white towel from Historia's forehead. It was red as a tomato. 'This is getting bad.' He had thought as he finally came up with the diagnosis. "It seems that this young lady is suffering from the case of Pneumonia."
Frieda gasped. "Pneumonia?"
"Yes. It's an infection that inflames the air sacs in either one or both lunges. The air sacs within her lunges might be filled with fluid or purulent material-which causes her to start coughing roughly. " Grisha explained to Frieda as he opened his suitcase and pulled out a small bottle and needle.
