TO THE BONE | eren yeager

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3rd person.

𝙎𝙄𝙏𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙊𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙃, the girl analyzed the medicines and new pack of bandages, her eyes wondered on the labels and the harmful after affects. " ugh. " she said and opened the pills, the pain relief was needed. it was moments like these that made her dislike eren, his sympathy could've kicked in, instead of his fist. it was just so cruel, but then again, she did almost kill him. it was payback. yeah, payback.

taking the pills, her saliva mixed in with the toxins, leaving a horrible after taste in her mouth. yucking her way through the taste, she tore the plastic off the bandages, eyeing the tan-colored ribbons as they shriveled down into her lap. the sticky ends made her stomach-ache, the sheer thought of ripping the remaining ribbons off her skin made the flesh tense up and shallow breaths escape her lungs.

the time was moving slowly as she count down. 3, her fingers reached for the end of the band, lifting it gently before fully sending it. 2, tugging on her bottom lip for a grip, she held onto the compressed shirt, blocking its view from the pull. 1. ripping the bandages off her skin, she almost screamed. the area felt inflamed and sore, the tissue underneath bruised from the forceful pull. shielding her screams with her bottom lip, the girl sighed out and mumbled curses, mainly to herself than to anyone else. feeling around the hot, sweaty area, she reached for the white tub, the ointment was prescribed by hange and sasha, they edged the girl on about the healing properties and how soft it left their ' tooshies. ' whatever that meant.

squeezing the tub, her fingers filled with a milky clear condiment, its cold approach eased her seeping mind as she rubbed it on the redden area. dropping the tub in her lap, she reached for her shirt once again, pulling it up, so the ointment wouldn't stain her uniform. rubbing and massaging the cold condiment into her skin, the door for the infirmary open, revealing a familiar face.

" dude, can you knock next time, jeez. " hesitating on her shirt, she kept it below her breast. the man walked in and kept his attention on the seething girl. " what if i was changing? "

" shit, i wouldn't be complaining. " lifting his hands freely into the air, the girl gasped and threw the closest thing to her. the pain pills, missing the man by an inch, his dodge wasn't necessary, but his laugh's traveled through the room like large trains.

" damn, who made you mad? " eren said and walked towards her, his hands dug into his pockets. his emerald eyes casted through her posture and discomfort for the view. taking a peek on the bench, he stared the equipment down, alcohol packets, pills and creams all sitting nicely up and facing the girl.

" hmm, let me think, " resting her body against the bench fully, her humor was loud. " maybe, the person responsible for my injuries. " rolling her eyes, she eyed the man down. the jacket he once wore was discarded, thrown somewhere on the field. his hair was tied down, his perky bun resting behind his head. the long pants he kept around his hips were dark and silky, but left trails of dirt from training, and the carbon grey shirt he wore highlighted his completion and defined features. he's stunning, that's all she could think of.

" damn, i'll help you jump him. " he said and pushed the medicines over, letting them rest in the middle of them both, why was he here? " ha! i never said it was a man. " smacking his lips, he leaned his arm on the rim of the chair, keeping eye contact with her smoothing hands.

" shut up, do you need help? " did she need help? clearing her throat, she looked down and eyed the situation. if she was honest, the bandages were complicated. the wraps caused sasha trouble, even with her help, and with her injury, the twisting and turning made her want to give up and call it a day.