Still Standing | Levi Ackerman

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I felt the weight of a person on top of me, their legs straddled over my hips as my shirt was tightly gripped by hands. My conscious fully came back as soon as the hands shook my body aggressively causing my head to hit on the pillow over and over.

"Wake up already!!!!" Petra's alarmed voice made me sit up immediately in fear of sleeping in, causing my head to clash into hers.

She yelped and fell backwards off of me, her hand clutching her head in pain. Her teeth were gritted as she started back at me.

"hard ass head" she muttered, then stood up.

"sorry" I got up and walked towards her with slight embarrassment, "you okay?"

Petra shook her head, "never-mind that, we have nothing to do today since the mission yesterday but you've already missed half of lunch..."

"It's lunch right now!?" I panicked and immediately threw my pajamas shirt off, causing Petra to lightly gasp and turn around. I ran to grab my uniform and put it on, repeating the same action with my pants.

"you can turn around Petra" I assured her, grabbing a wooden brush to drag through my tangled hair. I stumbled out the door while putting my boots on at the same time and ran into the haul.

Petra came jogging behind me as I made my entrance inside, a few heads turning in my direction.

"woah- are you limping?" Petra quickly stopped me with a hand on my shoulder. I cocked an eyebrow at her.

"am I?"

She nodded.

"You didn't realize you were limping?" confusion hit Petra like I hit the ground multiple times the day before.

"I guess I forgot" I shrugged, adding a small chuckle as I walked over to the table with the Special Operations Squadron. AKA Levi's squad. AKA the squad I'm in.

"jeez, looks like someone just hopped out of bed" Oluo snarled at me as I took a seat.

"How'd you know?"

The sound of a teacup hitting the wooden table echoed in my ears before Levi spoke.

"your shirt is inside out"

I smacked Petra's side and hissed, "why didn't you tell me!?"

"I think I have a concussion..." she muttered, beginning to eat her food. Gunther and Eld gave me questionable stares and I shrugged with fake confusion, acting like I didn't head butt Petra a few moments ago.

"..speaking off..injuries.. Marina, did you get yourself checked out by medic?" Gunther asked me suddenly, taking me back a bit.

"what? why would I be going to medic?" I asked, tilting my head to the side at him.

Gunther opened his mouth with shock, then pressed his lips together to think of words. He then began to explain,

"I saw you slam into a wall after escaping from inside a titan"

"wait what? you were inside a titan?!" Petra turned to me, her brows furrowed.