"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞...𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲.."
"....𝐇𝐦𝐦.. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐚?"
In which you meet a mysterious and closed off boy in...
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16 years ago San Juan, Puerto Ricoooo Ashford Hospital 10:57 am, Eren's P.O.V
"Unfortunately ma'am, it seems your son is epileptic..."
The woman's heart dropped to her stomach and her eyes only blinked with no expression. She gulped and brushed off her shirt as she stood from the waiting chair.
"What? H-He's.......he- my son? My son is epileptic?! He has epilepsy?!!" Her voice raising in shock. "Ma'am... did the hospital not tell you that after you birthed him in the America's? He's been like this since birth it seems." The doctor asked with growing concern.
"I- I was homeless at the time...I wasn't able to birth him at the hospital. He didn't even get his birth certificate and other legal documents until he was three." She talked quietly and sounded hurt in how could she have not known this about her son? She almost felt as if she was failing him more and more.
"Well...then I'm assuming this has been his first episode. By our tests it seems high levels of stress and anxiety are what causes his seizure as well as the open wound we had to stitch in his head. If he hits that area he will have another violent seizure and could possibly die." Each word kept destroying her more and more.
"Is there a cure..?" Her eyes lit up in hope but it faded away after a blunt, "No...I'm sorry." And the doctors eyes avoiding contact from feeling bad.
"There is medicine to control it, but he's a little too young to be swallowing pills. So I'll see what I can find as a medicine replacement." Carla nodded and rubbed her temples out of stress after the licensed doctor walked out the room.
Birds chirped from outside the window and she looked at her boy sleeping quietly. "Can you not? This a hospital." She looked at her husband in disbelief as he blew a puff of smoke from his cigarette.
"Can you shut the fuck up for a second?" Grisha growled back and took another hit from the cigarette. Carla crossed her arms, "Why do you act like this?" Grisha leaned forward in his chair and stared her dead in the face, "Cause you fuckin sicken me, whore." He spat back.
"Mommy?" A tiny voice mumbled behind her and the growing argument between the mother and father immediately dialed down. She rushed over to his bed and softly rubbed his cheek, "Hi mijo, how do you feel love?"
