Attack on titan x male reader

Last goodbyes

Year 850

Age 15

(3rd person P.O.V)

The week passed in the lonely hospital. For some, it was time used for recovery, for others, a lingering barrage of grief and trauma with no end in sight. What else could anyone think about besides the event that landed them in the infirmary, giving them nothing to do except lay in the same bed and stare at four walls and a window. 

Y/n's escape from the pit of insanity were visits from his friends. They were the only social part of his stay besides the nurses who'd swing in to give medicine, and his only connection to the outside world. 

His task was breaking down news from different sources on the whereabouts of Eren and how the battle went from, Bertholdt, Reiner, Armin, Mikasa. The consistent information was the horrible news that Marco died reclaiming the district.

Most of his friends visited at one point or another to wish him well. They felt bad for their little compatriot. One day he was the fastest runner in the Cadet Corp, a rising hand to hand combatant, a talented swordsman with a lifelong friend by his side. In one day, one measly day, he lost everything. 

Y/n couldn't walk properly without a crutch, his arm confined to a cast, and most of all, his best friend is dead. The bastards didn't spare a thing.

Christa and Ymir visited often. In fact, Christa refused to go anywhere until she comforted her friend and on occasion, being late for a few assignments as a result. Ymir broke down the things Christa couldn't, like informing Y/n; Kate's body had been recovered and she's to be given a military funeral.

At first, Y/n appeared glad at the news. Not that it lasted long before he cried into his hands. Christa ended up holding the small scrunched up boy. The sight and horrible wails too much for her to bear and she ended up crying as well. 

Annie visited the most. She'd spend whatever time she could in the chair next to his bed. Usually, she'd be reading, not bashful about the glasses she threatened him to secrecy over. The blonde wasn't there to take up space, she talked when he wanted and even held his hand when he went through his emotions. However, her company meant enough. She could've been anywhere and chose to be at his side. 

On the morning of Marco and Kate's funerals, Y/n slept longer than he had during his stay. His body dreaded this day. A day he never thought would happen again. The day he buried more people he loved. 

Every night, he saw their faces. Marco, Hannah, Franz, Gordon. People he couldn't help. 

Kate appeared the most. Instead of the numerous happy memories his mind could have recollected, instead chose to replay the moment she was almost bitten in half. The horrible scream she let out has woken him in a cold sweat multiple times.

In the midst of this nightmare, a gentle touch shaking his body frightened the already restless boy. "Y/n?" The voice softly spoke.

Despite the tenderness the person showed, Y/n jolted awake. As his vision started to focus in, he assumed he'd forgotten to take medicine and the nurses weren't about to let it slide. 

When he saw a brunette with tied up hair in the chair next to his bed, his heart dropped. 

An intense foggy gloss covered the room. But in the chair clear as day... "Kate?" Y/n asked. Her green eyes shined brightly like the sun over a lake. Her gaze returned any part of himself he lost with her that day.

With extreme consideration to her friend's health, Kate began to stutter. "I-... I'm sorry but..." 

That didn't sound like her at all.