He's inescapable • Eremin

Warmth

A/N
Here's an update, sorry I really wanted to update on Christmas but I had to delete all my Eremin and yaoi pictures in my gallery. It was the hardest decision I had to make. It's because my mom is extremely suspicious and I guess you could say homophobic, oh and if she saw those pictures! It would a good bye wattpad, and hello 24/7 inspections and restrictions, but I luckily I convinced her there wasn't anything on my phone. And to be extra careful, if she decided to go behind my back and search my phone, I seriously spent hours deleting 300 maybe 1,000 and something pictures and clearing my history, and every time I try to read a yaoi manga I have to immediately clear my history after reading it. So that's how I spent my Christmas, :)

Recap:

"How are you feeling?" Asked one of the nurses as I watched them examine him with me in the corner of the room watching curiously.

His eyes met mine for a split second and they looked completely hollow, lifeless.
He turned to the nurse slowly with a bored expression.

"Numb" he answered quietly.

Eren's POV

What did he just say?

I started to panic, that answer sent me on a spiral, he turned away from the sympathetic looking nurse to look at me.

"He's dead, isn't he?" He spoke lifeless in a whisper, my eyes widened, and I immediately knew who he was talking about. Mr. Arlert.

I gulped and hesitantly nodded letting my eyes fall to the floor, there was silence as the nurses continued their work quietly, Armin switched his sight to the wall and just stared at it the whole 10 minutes the nurses were here, but after that they quickly left without a word.

Now with the aura calm I stalked toward the bed worriedly and brought up a chair beside the bed with Armin still wordless.

"Um the doctor told you me you could stay one more night and come home tomorrow" I whispered slowly, not trying to overwhelm him.

"When did he die" he asked, it didn't even sound like a question to how dead his tone was. My throat was scratchy, and I was skittish on choosing my next words.

"W-while you were in a coma" I responded, there wasn't a sound he didn't move and his breath was shallow.

"...did..he die...peacfully?"

I looked into his eyes that were still blank.

"Yes, he died in his sleep" I sighed sadly. Armin finally moved and turned his head towards me, his lip started to quiver and tears formed in his crystal eyes. And in a action unseen he flung his arms around my neck and was sobbing a tsunami into my neck. I soothed him warmly rubbing his back as he climbed into my lap.

After a few minutes of him weeping he pulled back from my neck sniffling, I looked at his porcelain skin and ran my finger across hid cheek and wiped away his tear with a sad frown. Armin seemed exhausted and started to drift off with his head laying on my shoulder. I huffed and carried him bridal style to the bed and laid him down, with me crawling in next to him. He laid his head on my chest, with my arm around his shoulder. He snuggled deeper into the warmth. And soon fell into deep slumber, with me tagging along.