Let's Meet Again, For the First Time (Eren x OC)

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A/n: alright yall this is a LONG one. ✨sorry ✨     
Also- TW: mentions of SH I'm just using it for a metaphor but I thought I'd let you guys know♥️ nothing too deep I used it pretty lightly

I love you all♥️

Eren's POV:

Each day she got stronger. Her smile grew and her laugh was louder. Each day her words were deeper, her voice was stronger. I loved watching her grow back into herself.

I stayed with her as much as I could. But I did have a job and I needed money, but every free second I had was with her.

I carried the bag full of medication's into the house. "Hey son", her dad waved at me as I passed, "Hey Moe", I grinned and held the bag up.

I knocked on her door and entered. My face dropped when I saw her bare body in the mirror, just a towel covering her lower half.

Time froze and so did my heart.

I saw the countless bruises painted on her pale skin, some healing, some not. Scars across her arms, chest and stomach. They were deep and red on her porcelain skin. I could see her ribcage clearly, the bones on her arms had a single layer of skin covering them. The dark circles under her eyes were a deep purple, contrasting with her skin.

The tattoos on her skin were dull. The bones on her hands were clear to the naked eye. She looked like a zombie that had come back to life.

All these bruises and scars, compared with her now frail body...it made me sad to see.

To see what had happened to her so clearly. She was coming to see me and this is what happened to her.

I did this.

And the guilt swallowed me entirely.

I rushed out the room and leaned back on the closed door. My breathing was heavy as tears grew in my eyes. I covered my mouth to silence my breathing.

I wanted to run, but I wasn't going to. Because I knew she needed me right now. And I wasn't going to be selfish and let my dark thoughts take me. I'd push them away for her.

I'd fight.

For her.

I knocked on the door when I regained my composure, "Come in", her voice was raspy.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't ha-", "It's okay", she smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "I have your pain meds", I set the bag down on the bedside table. "I don't want them", she crossed her arms and looked to the side.

"Spencer the doctor said-", "I don't want them", her tone was more stern. "Look I know-", "No you don't- they make me all fuzzy and I can't think straight, I don't want them Eren".

"You're going to be in pain", my tone was soft, "I'll be alright", her tone sure and knowing. I looked down then back to her, "Okay".

"How are you feeling?", I sat a the end of her bed, "Better than I look", she joked, trying to break the tension between us. I looked down, unsure what to say to her right now.

"I've been getting fed through a tube for almost a month- and the meds-", "I know", I smiled softly and held onto her leg firmly. "I'm fine, you know that right?", she tried to reassure me. "I know".

There was an unspoken tension between us. We could both feel it, it was taking the oxygen in the room second by second. Until both of us were gasping for air.

Spencer's POV:

"My hearts an ashtray and I lost my mind", she repeated the words I had sang to her. "You like that line, don't you?", he grinned and side eyed me, "It was my favorite out of the entire song".