Ichor Steam (Not Just Comrades) (Hange x Fem Reader)

Test Subject

Autors Note:
Hi, It's been a long time since I posted, and I don't even know if anyone is reading this or is waiting for the next part, but I hope that you like my story at least a little despite being so slow. Got a lot of work and school, but the story ia created in my head, so it might take some time but... You know, juat enjoy it if you can.

Opening my eyes was like lifting thirty pounds of metal. They were heavy and it almost felt like they were glued to my cheeks.

My whole body actually felt like a thousand pounds and my brain was slower than ever.

I saw light first. But then my eyes started to focus more and more and I saw a plain ceiling with a cross arch.

I felt linen sheets under my arms and over my body.

I was alive. Hopefully.

I tried sitting up, immediately falling after leaning onto my left hand, broken down by immense pain.

When I looked at it, I nearly passed out. My hand was wrapped up in a thick layer of bandages. I had three fingers completely missing.

Strange was, I could feel them. I could feel their presence.

I felt my breath hitch in my throat as I was staring at my maimed hand, it's true look successfully hidden under all those bandages.

I swallowed, resisting the urge to unwrap it.

"Are you okay?" I heard a broken voice say not very far away from me.

I turned my head towards the voice spotting Daavey in the bed next to mine, not more than three meters away.

"Dae!" I screamed, apparently forgetting about my injury, tossing my covers away and running those few steps to my friend. I couldn't describe how much joy it poured over me to see him speaking, alive.

He looked terrible, dark circles under his eyes, his right cheek covered by a square bandage, his left eyebrow half burned away, but he was smiling, tiredly.

I tried to hug him though apparently he couldn't move much as he winced in pain a few times.

"You're alive, fuck, I am so glad." I said reaching for a chair to sit on something as my legs felt kind of weak.

"Yeah. You too I suppose."

"Yeah."

"How did it go?"

"No idea, I woke up about five minutes before you did, I don't even know how much time we've spent here."

His eyes trailed off with his voice, noticing my missing fingers.

"I am so sorry for those." I swallowed the bitter words of resentment towards this situation, rather smiling nodding it off with a short, "They're worth my life."

"And mine?" He asked, though I didn't quite understand his point exactly.

"What do you mean?"

"If you didn't come back for me, you'd still have them." He looked guilty.

"Bullshit." I sweat his argument off.

"Y/N, I am really sorry I am the cause of your loss."

"Fuck your apology, you've got nothing to appollogize for, I mean, I should be thanking you, if the explosion didn't knock me out, I'd probably kept fighting and then I'd be dead by now, besides..." I realized something, the sadness in his eyes and the apologetic tone, speaking louder than his actual words.

I noticed his blanket being ruffled close to his injured knee.

I reached for the blanket, he placed his warm hand over mine.