AOT Strutter

What flies in the darkness

Eren wasn't sure what had happened. He woke in a dark room. The only light, a crack in the curtain. He rolled over, his head throbbing. He gripped it with one hand, as he tried to sit up. His chest hurt, his throat hurt. He felt as if he had the worst hang over in the world.

As he tried to breathe through the pain, the memories came back. Kenny, Zeke finding him in the woods. Olo, Eld and Gunther betraying Levi. Levi? Where was he? Was he back? Was he alive? Eren didn't know. He also wasn't sure if he could stand.

Aside from the pain in his head, his body felt weak. He wiggled his feet, the barely moved. He sighed. Damn it! His father was a doctor. Zeke had been studying to become one as well. Who knows what they gave him! The only good thing was, they had no idea how big Eren was now.

He had been small for his age, a runt as Zeke often called him. It wasn't until he was nearly seventeen, that he got the last big growth spurt. Still, although he was tall, he was malnourished. Having lived on the streets, he didn't have the body mass of someone his size would normally sustain. This would skew whatever calculations they did for the dose they gave him.

Then the fact that he had been able to swat Zeke away, before he pushed the plunger all the way down. Eren hadn't gotten the full dose. Which might mean, he wasn't out for too long. With a heavy sigh, his head hanging low between his shoulders, Eren bit the bullet. He shoved himself to a standing position.

The room swayed. His eyesight narrowed as his head throbbed painfully. He reached out to get ahold of anything to keep him from falling over. He failed. Crashing back onto the bed, his head hit the wall. He groaned.

The door was thrust open. The light flicked on. Eren cried out as the pain stabbed him. The light went out again.

"Sorry." A snickering voice said.

"Just making sure you weren't being attacked." Jean came around Eren's feet. He held a hand out.

Eren sighed. He reached up, almost pulling Jean on top of him, before the long faced boy got his feet stable. He pulled Eren up to a sitting position.

"You good?" Jean asked.

"I feel like throwing up, my head is splitting open and I have to piss!" Eren snarled.

"Yeah, about as well as we predicted." Jean patted his shoulder.

"When you're ready, I'll help you stand." He offered.

"Levi?" Eren asked.

"No word. Mikasa and Erwin came back twenty minutes ago." Jean said.

Eren looked up at him. Jean shrugged.

"Levi and Kenny, they were battling in the ODM gear. Erwin and Mikasa couldn't keep up." He said.

"Great." Eren placed a hand on Jean's shoulder.

The other male, pulled him to his feet. Eren swayed again. Thanks to Jean, he didn't fall over this time.

"What's the plan now?" He asked.

"Don't have one, yet." Jean stated.

He waited for Eren to take a step. Moving with him, they managed to get to the door. Marco was on the other side. He helped Eren come out, assisted with getting him to the bathroom, where Armin waited to help him.

"None of them wanted to help you piss." Armin snickered.

Eren rolled his eyes as the little coconut head undid Eren's pants. The tall teen flopped onto the toilet.

"Give me the odds." He pressed.

Armin moved to lean against the sink. He was silent for a moment.

"Ten to one, at best." He offered.