Unthinkable *Attack On Titan fanfic*

Chapter 17: Eren

It started with minutes... then hours... turning into days... which became weeks... soon to be months... when will you return?

I could only see the dark of my own bathroom. Who needed lights? Plus, if they were on, Mikasa would know I was awake... I don't want her to see me like this...

The bath water became rather cold for me, and I hated it. But it was necessary. Sitting in a bathtub tainted with my own blood wasn't, however. I mean, he's never going to wake up, so why should I keep fighting when all I get is false hope?

...

".... -ren! Eren, wake up!"

My eyes opened slowly and I was face to face with Mikasa, who was staring  me directly  in the eyes. I groaned, realizing I had fell asleep in the bathtub." What...?"

"Why are you sitting in your own blood!? Eren, you better not have been doing what I think you were doing!"

I only shook my head and looked down. The water had became murky overnight. Grabbing my towel and telling my sister to turn around, I unplugged the tub and stepped out, wrapping the towel around my skinny-ish waist.

"All I want is him to wake up. And until then, I'll hurt myself if I want to. Deal with it, Mikasa."

*****

I woke up slowly and groaned, feeling a headache come on. The light in the room didn't help either. You see, just yesterday, the doctors said Jean was able to drink. Apparently, it wasn't healthy for a patient coming out of a coma to drink until a couple months had passed. And to celebrate that, everyone went out drinking. Also, I got kinda lucky... if you know what I mean.

I gazed to my left to see Jean there, drooling a little like he'd usually do. It's mornings where I could laugh at Jean all I wanted, seeing as he was never that attractive in the morning.

Even though we had showered and changed the sheets the night before, I still felt dirty and that caused me to take another shower... without horseface, of course. That's when I had the chance to look at the scars my depression age left. Many of them were fading fast, which was good. Some had even disappeared.

Though I might have been healing, Marco hasn't. As much as he tried, he couldn't eat anything without throwing up. This had been going on for awhile. It was really worrying Jean, which made me a bit angry. It wasn't his fault Marco had starved himself... oh wait... I guess it kind of was, seeing as I got him in the crash. Damn, if we hadn't argued, things would've been better.

Speaking of which, Jean finally had gotten his prosthetic leg, seeing as he lost one. That did change his daily routine, seeing as he couldn't do any sports. He had took the whole thing like it didn't matter, though it did piss him off when people treated him like he couldn't do anything.

Getting out of the shower, I walked down to the kitchen, grabbing a piece of bread, being too lazy to make anything at the moment. Turning around, hearing a noise, I wasn't surprised to see Ymir sitting at the table. The "gay squad" were partying in the basement last night, and by the look Ymir gave me, I could tell something happened.

"What?"

The freckled girl shook her head, her eyes glazed over." You had no idea what happened after you, Jean, Armin, Mikasa, Connie, Sasha and Annie left. Krista... she kinda surprised me."

I raised an eyebrow, suddenly interested. Grabbing another piece of bread, I sat down at the table and waited for her to continue. She gazed at me for a bit before looking down at her hands." So... y'know how everyone's going off to Trost U, right?"