Armin Arlert X Reader
The world was irrevocably altered by the devastating Rumbling. Governments and leaders struggled to trade for even the most basic necessities, consumed by fear and suspicion of one another. Paranoia plagued the King's mind as h...
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Armin's heart pounded in his chest as he sprinted towards the medical wing, Y/n limp in his arms. She was barely conscious, slipping in and out of awareness, and Armin could feel panic rising in his throat. With every step, he begged and pleaded for her to stay awake, his voice trembling with desperation. He couldn't tell if she was fading due to the crash from the intense adrenaline or from the blood loss, both equally terrifying possibilities. All he could do was pray that she would hold on until he could help her.
He had faced and dealt with countless injuries during his time with the scouts, some more severe than the deep gash on Y/n's neck. But out on a mission against the monstrous titans, casualties were expected. However, here within the safety of the castle walls, her home, she should have been protected from harm. And yet, as he watches her pale and bloodied form lying in his arms, he can't ignore the overwhelming guilt for knowing that she was hurt even worse because of his plan to disarm the intruder.
As they reach the medical wing, Armin places her down onto the bed in the one of the rooms. His heart racing as he realizes the severity of her injury. She groans in pain, barely conscious, while he frantically searches through cabinets and drawers for any supplies he can use to help her.
His hands shake with adrenaline as he grabs butterfly stitches, antiseptic wipes, and a large bandage to cover the wound on her neck. He doesn't even bother with finding something to numb the area, wanting to be quick knowing every second counts. He positions himself standing over her where she lays, his gaze fixated on the gash as he carefully begins to clean the area. She winces when he presses the wipe to it and opens her eyes fully looking at him cleaning her neck. A tear slips out of her eye and rolls down her cheek, hitting Armins hand where he is holding her cheek to make sure her head is lifted enough for him to see.
