34,000 Feet Above The Ground (Ereri)

Chapter Eight

"Alright. Mm-hm. Thank you."

Levi turned over groggily. Why did he feel so hollow? And whose voice was he hearing? Suddenly he remembered what had happened at the bar and he shot upright, clutching his head when pain exploded through it. "Where-?"

"Your home was closer."

Levi blinked, looking around. Sure enough, he saw the ceiling he'd finally gotten around to painting. It was actually the accurate shade of blue green, since Eren had helped him paint it. He smiled at the memory, then looked at Erwin. The blond male gave him a pitying look. "You've been asleep for a couple hours now." He looked down at a piece of paper he held. "Next time you faint, at least give me more information to go on. Only a first name isn't very helpful. Eren Yeager. Lives with an adopted sister, Mikasa Ackerman. Works for ------------- Airline. Nineteen." His eyes flashed over to Levi again. "I didn't know you liked them so young." He cleared his throat and continued. "Has worked as a flight attendant for three years, thanks to connections with one Hanji Zoe. You know, people usually can't be attendants until they're twenty one. It appears this Hanji pulled some strings for your young friend. The plane you saw on the TV was struck by lightning. A lot of people died when it crashed, but there are a couple survivors, although they aren't releasing names yet."

"Hanji and Eren were on that flight." Levi's eyes were dull. His heart felt like it was shattering.

"Yes. But... Levi. The kid might have lived."

"He told me it would be fine. He told me flights were safe!" Levi didn't realize when he lapsed into long forgotten French. His heart was pouring out words, the horror of his past merging with the present.

Levi's phone ringing interrupted him, halted him. They both glanced at the phone, but Erwin was the one to answer. "No, I'm sorry, but he's not feeling well right now. I'm his boss; is there anything I can do? Really? Where? ...Alright, I'll tell him. Yes, yes, we'll be there as soon as we can. Thank you." Erwin hung up, looking at Levi.

Levi couldn't understand Erwin's expression. "What?" He muttered sullenly.

"Eren lived."

Two words. Two simple words that catapulted Levi from his bed. He latched onto Erwin's shirt. "What?! Where is he? How is he? Oh, please is he alright?!"

The blond carefully extracted Levi's hands from his shirt, a sad smile on his face. "He means that much to you? Never mind, I can tell by your expression. He's in a hospital in Paris. They will tell you more when we get there. Grab some clothes; we will take my personal plane for this."

They didn't talk much on the flight there, even though it was just the two of them. Levi was too nervous, too upset. When they passed over the site the other plane had crashed he almost lost it. The weather had cleared, luckily, so they were able to have a safe and smooth landing.

Levi would have gone running through the hospital if Erwin hadn't been holding firmly onto his shoulder. Instead, he was steered toward the reception desk. "Eren Yeager?" Erwin asked. "No, I don't speak French." He continued when she started to say something to him.

She nodded and called someone over the intercom, which turned out to be the doctor.

The doctor looked tired, something Levi noticed right away. "Are you Levi?" The doctor asked him, his English thick with French accent.

"I am."

"Normally, we would contact family first. But he had your number in his hand when he was found. He woke, briefly, after surgery. All he would say was your name. So you are the one that was called. He's asleep again, but... he didn't take the news well."