Complications Throughout Generations

Chapter 124

Eren's POV:

I woke up in the backseat of a car. I started to groan from the pain coursing throughout my body.

"Eren, are you awake?" It was my dad. It must be his car.

"What happened?" I couldn't even sit up. My head was pounding and I felt like my eyes were going to drip inside my skull completely. Definitely a concussion. "Wait, did I win?" He sighed. "I didn't win." I felt my eyes sting, I was about to cry.

"Eren, it happens."

"No! This wasn't supposed to happen!" I shouted, still laying down. "I'm supposed to protect Levi. I wasn't supposed to lose."

"What happens if Kenny talks to Levi?" Being I ate my father before I even joined the Survey Corps, he has absolutely no idea what happened between Levi and Kenny.

"Kenny fucked Levi up. It messed with his head. He's so much better off without him. All I've been trying to do is keep him safe and I can't even do that." We pulled up into the driveway and I felt like I couldn't even move. I felt helpless. Embarrassed. My dad opened the car door for me and tried his best to assist me. Once both of my legs were on the ground, they buckled and I nearly fell until he caught me.

"Come on, son. I got you." He picked me up and held me by my back and underneath my legs, more so in a bridal style type of way. But right now it's a 'my kid is dying' type of way. He struggled to open the door but I was able to do that for him. He closed it quietly with his foot and took us both to the upstairs bathroom. He sat me on the sink and told me he'd be right back. I looked to my left and stared at my beaten face in the small mirror. There was a deep red spilling from both nostrils, the right side of my lip was split, my left eye was swelling, and I had bruises quickly forming across my body. I tried to turn my head back straight but it was excruciating. My dad came back in the room with a first aid kid.

"Dad," I whispered. I felt like dozing off. "Are you mad at me?"

"Why would I be mad at you?" He took out an antibacterial wipe to clean my cuts.

"Because I got involved in this shit."

"No, Eren. You're a fighter. You always have been. You may not have won but you lasted longer than anyone would expect when you're up against someone like that."

"I can't believe I lost." I felt so weak. My chin started to tremble and I bit on my lip to hold back the tears. But that only made things worse considering that there's a massive cut there now thanks to a size 13 boot.

My dad didn't know how to respond only because he knew the reason as to why my victories were so important. It's not about being a sore loser. It's about protecting the one I love. I failed. I failed him. I failed Levi. Now I'm more terrified than I already was.

"Let's just hope Kenny only wants a conversation."

"He won't."

"We'll see, Eren." He took out a butterfly stitch and stuck it across my eyebrow vertically.

"Do you think I have a concussion?"

"What are your symptoms?" I've been wondering how he's been so professional about all this. I totally forgot he's an actual doctor. That's definitely helpful.

"My head is pounding, black spots, I wanna sleep, turning my head too fast is painful, and my ears are ringing."

"Okay." He took out some sort of small flashlight and pulled my eyelids up so he could get a better look. "This is what I need you to do, okay?" I nodded. "No TV, no video games, try not to use your phone-"

"What, why?" I whined.

"The lights will hurt your head. This also means no fighting. Not for at least a week, which is being lenient because I know you're stubborn." I carefully slid off the sink and went to my room. I didn't even care that my pants were still on, I just got into my bed. My dad was at the door, "goodnight, Eren. Just know I'm proud of you. I love you."

"I love you too, dad. Goodnight." He closed the door and I laid in my bed, on the verge of passing out.

Tonight sucked.

Really fucking bad.