Extinction (Hange x reader)

I am in love

The infirmary smells like alcohol, very strong alcohol, Hange is silently looking for supplies while I lay in the medical bed, my leg hurts like hell. They tried finding a nurse but most are busy in surgeries and taking care of unstable patients. The expedition brought a lot of casualties and injuries.

"Found it!" Their soft voice startles me as they hold a huge needle in their right hand looking at it in admiration. "Uhh, Hange?" My voice shakes slightly, to be honest, I am terrified of needles. They turn to me and frown slightly making their way to the bed and standing next to me. "What's wrong?" They ask gently caressing my hand. "That's a pretty big needle," I whisper.

"It's anesthesia! That way it won't hurt when I patch your leg up," they smile gently, "can we skip that step?" "No! Dear, I don't want to see you in pain!" They say pouting and all I can think about is kissing it off their face. "Don't tell me you are scared of a little needle, (y/n)," they tease me, and now it's my turn to pout.

"Aww, (y/n), it will be fine! It will only hurt for the first three seconds, and then you won't feel anything on your leg!". "Hange please! No! Just patch me up without- AHHH," I look at the huge needle in my leg and a few tears leave my eyes. They remove it and throw it away before returning to me and wiping my tears. "There see! It doesn't hurt anymore!" They say smiling and I can't help the involuntary smile that makes it's way to my lips.

"you are right," "okay then, I do have to take your pants off too, is that okay?" They ask those beautiful eyes looking at mine and it takes me a few seconds to compose myself before I nod. "I am going to need a verbal response for this one, dear," they say and my heart melts at their concern. "Yeah, it's okay,"

They unbutton my pants and pull the zipper down, I look away 1000% sure my face is red. I lift my hips up as best as I can with half my body numb as they finish pulling them down. They gently fold the damaged pants and place them on the counter.

I then realize that they can now see all of the scars and bruises on my legs, evidence of my father's past abuse. They frown slightly caressing my legs and I wished I could feel their touch, "did someone do this to you?" They as and I don't dare to look at them, they are probably disgusted. I feel a soft hand on my chin as they make me face their way. "(Y/N)?" "It's fine, it's someone that can't hurt me anymore," I said, unknown to me during that time was the fact that he would find a way to hurt me once again. Hange hummed before beginning to patch me up.

They the start cleaning the deep wound and stitching it, looking up every now and then to make sure I wasn't in any pain. To be honest, I wish I could feel their gentle touches. After a few moments, I start feeling very drowsy and my lids feel heavy. All I remember was Hange's concentrated face as they stitched my leg before it all went black.

I wake up with a stinging pain in my leg and to see Hange wrapping the last bandage on it. "Done," they whisper. "The anesthesia should be worn out, pain woke you up?" They ask barely above a whisper and I nodded. "I got you this," they say handing me a pair of sweat pants and they helped me put them on.

"How long has it been?" I ask them. "Like an hour, let's go to my office, okay?" they say as they hold my hand helping me up. I could walk surprisingly well, still limping a little but Hange's arm was wrapped protectively around my waist as we walked down the small halls. We made our way to the unfamiliar office and they struggled a little with the door before opening it wide and helping me in. "Take a seat, I will be back, okay?" they ask gesturing to the couch while they left the room.

Their office was messy, papers scattered everywhere. It was small too, only a desk and the couch with a small table next to it, there were two doors to the left which I assumed where their bedroom and bathroom.

My mind was filled with thoughts of the expedition; the blood and dead bodies that haunt my dreams, my brothers angry expression when he scolded me, Levi's usually neutral face on the edge of breaking. What a horrible world we live in, and I am so fucking selfish. I was happy while they were distressed and sad, happy that the one I love the most was alive.

The sound of the door opening startled my thoughts and Hange walks in with a bowl, the scent of ramen floods my senses and I smile. They sit down next to me placing the bowl in my lap, "thought you'd be hungry after all that fighting," they said smiling gently. "Thanks," I started eating the ramen and my heart fluttered at the thought of Hange caring about me. Then realization dawns upon me and I frown, even if they love me back we can't be together.

"What's wrong?" They ask gently placing a hand on my knee and I placed the bowl on the table. A deep sigh leaves my lips as I stare into those hazel eyes that make my insides explode. "It's nothing, don't worry," they frown and squeeze my knee, "please, (y/n), I am tired of you shutting me out," they say and my heart feels heavy. They care.

"Sorry, it's best if you don't know," I say, it truly is she would think I am weak if she knew about my past. "I just want to help you, please let me help help you," I feel my eyes become watery. "I care about you, (y/n)," I broke. Tears streamed down my eyes at the overwhelming feeling and Hange quickly embraced me. My head rested on her shoulder and I hid it on their neck feeling their warmth and the familiar honey smell. They rubbed my back, "it's okay darling, I got you," my tears start streaming faster at their care and I feel their shirt becoming wet but they just hug me tighter.

After a few moments, when my tears stopped, I pulled away and they wiped my tears with their thumbs. "We don't have to talk about it, but know that I am here," they say and I nod, their fingers leave tingles on my face as they wipe my tears. "Everyone hates me," my voice trembles as I speak and Hange looks at me with an angry expression. "I don't know who made you think that but that's not true. Not even a little bit,"

"My dad hated me, Erwin hates and my mom too," I say looking at my hands, "why do they hate me so much?" I ask and I see their warm hands grab my own. I look up to see a teary-eyed Hange. "I don't hate you, (y/n), you said everyone hates you but I don't. I don't think I could even come close to hating you... and I am sure Erwin is just upset, he doesn't hate you. I see the way he protects you, he cares about you," I smile gently at them, the idea of them never hating me makes my heart beat a little faster.

"You don't know that, you don't know the way he talks to me, the way his eyes look at me. Anger. Hatred. That's all I can see now after my father died. All this pent-up hatred towards me. He is somebody else now, Hange. He is not the old Erwin, the once caring brother I used to have is not here anymore," I say smiling at them, "and its okay, its my fault he hates me," their eyes become warmer as they pull me for another hug once again.  The way my heart beats a little faster and how the small movements of their hands against my back leave goosebumps all over my skin make me realize how much I love the person in front of me.

"Do you want to sleep?" They ask gently, "can I stay here? I don't want to be alone," I say barely above a whisper. "Of course, you can sleep on the couch while I do some paperwork of the expedition, my room is a mess right now," they say releasing my hands and I nod. They bring me their blanket and drape it over me as they turn off the main lights and turn on the small one on their desk. The sound of a pen writing on paper lulling me to sleep.