Tired... (arumika music lyric angst) (COMPLETE)

No one noticed

(TW: mentions of cuts, scarring, and wounds)
(Third person pov)

"Just sign here and we'll get you a cab, your clothing and personal belongings will be coming to you shortly." Armin heaved a heavy sigh signing the papers, his bank account is going to have a field day when the bills hit, on cue after returning the clipboard back to the nurse, a male nurse entered in the room with Armin's things, his brown flannel, a grey shirt, a relaxed fit pair of jeans, his phone that has a large crack down the middle, and his once perfectly good pair of glasses.

'Great now I have to get a new pair.' Armin groaned at the thought of having to get new prescription lenses, he would switch to contacts but the thought of the contacts going behind his eyes makes him fear that.

"Do you need any help putting your clothes on Mr. Arlert?" Armin looked up, not wanting the nurses to take pity on the poor boy.

"N...no, I'll take care of that myself." He was handed his belongings, lifted himself off the bed with the help of his crutch, although weakly, he was on his feet, slightly wincing due to the sharp pain shooting through his body from his left leg, he had gotten a hairline fracture on his tibia, in a couple more weeks he'll be able to walk like he used to.

Once armin reached the restroom located in the room he was in, he turned on the lights and shut the door behind him, he looked at himself in the mirror.

Dark baggy eyes, a slight more paler, he's more tanner than Mikasa, but it seems any longer in here, he might turn into her, slightly hollow cheeks, a small stubble grew on his chin and some fuzz grew on his sideburns down his more prominent jawline, half of his hair was shaved off due to the cuts that were embedded on his scalp, there was stitching all over his face, the cuts were deep, even the body couldn't be able to save it without getting an infection.

"Maybe I...lost my mind." Armin quietly mumbled, studying his face, running his dry palm over top of the shaven half of his head, a inch had grown, he noticed a small electric razor with a 1 inch guard attached to it, he didn't wanna look like he was halfway done with a haircut, might as well become the next Connie Springer 2.0.

After 15 minutes of cutting his hair and putting his once bloodied clothing on, besides the grey shirt, he kept the flannel unbuttoned, he couldn't be bothered with it, the once large gash on his left arm, cut close to the muscle in his forearm, all he had was a weakened grip in his hand, so dealing with the buttons and the shirt would make him struggle. He gathered all the loose hair from the sink and threw it all the in trash.

Sitting down on the bed, Armin still recalls the crash, the person he wanted to meet was there, seeing him at his worst and vulnerable, but never showing up to see him.

"No one noticed." He muttered, leaving the restroom, still struggling with the crutch.

'All alone.' Armin was saddened at the thought that Eren, Jean, or even Mikasa never came by to check on him, Armin was lost in thought until a three small knocks were placed on the door.

Armin fixated his eyes on the door, a tall, yet slim, feminine, and muscular figure timidly walked through the door.

"Mikasa..." Armin's breath hitched.

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Mikasa stared at her phone, she desperately wanted to call Armin to see if he was awake, it's been five days since, it hurt her that she couldn't muster up the courage to call or text, better yet visit him.

Ever since she's been smoking away, being awake late at night, she always instinctively reaches for her phone trying to call Armin, but then a shift in her mood would change when she realized he wouldn't answer.