The Donor {Ereri}

Day 10

"You're being an organ donor?!" Hanji squealed, knocking over the cup that was on the table separating us.

I sighed and rolled my eyes before nodding, "Yes, and you know damn well why."

Hanji pouted, "So who is it?" She got up from the table and grabbed a towel, wiping up the coffee that she had spilt. I glared at her and crossed my arms, "Why does it matter who it is?"

We both sat in silence before she sighed, running a hand through her hair before straightening her glasses, "It's not like it's really important, I just wanted to know."

I took in her sad expression before I gave in, "His name is Eren," She Imeidenly perked up and clapped her hands together, "That's a wonderful name! How old is he? Why does he need an organ transplant?"

I gave her a weird look, "He needs a liver transplant because he only has two months to live-"

"That's so tragic!" Hanji gasped, grabbing my hands, "Can I please meet him?"

"I'm not sure if he would be okay with that or not-"

"Whatever! I don't care! We're going today-"

"Hanji-"

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"I can't believe you're actually letting this happen." Hanji giggled, jumping up and down in the elevator.

I rolled my eyes and waited for the doors to open, When I was about to walk out, Erens mother came into the elevator, she appeared to be crying.

Hanji was about to spring away, but I grabbed her by the collar of her shirt. "Mrs. Jaeger?" I asked with caution, getting her attention, "Are you alright?"

She didn't spare a second to fling her arms around me, "Oh Levi, I'm sorry that you went through the trouble of all of this, it seems that Erens liver isn't the problem."

Mrs. Jaeger started sobbing, and Hanji quirked an eyebrow at me, "Who's this-?"

"Erens mom." I quickly answered, trying to get the subject away from the bright eyed boy.

Carla pulled away from the hug and blew into her handkerchief, "I-it's,"

She paused, looking at the floor.

"Cancer."

Eren~|

Cancer.

I've heard the word many times.

It's what cut my aunts life short.

It's what took my grandmother and grandfather away from me.

And now.

It was surely going to take me with it too.

I sat on my hospital bed, crying into my hands. There wasn't a cure for cancer, there never was. And most likely, will never be one.

In some cases, it would just go away. But I was never one with good luck.

I took a look around my hospital room, the many wires that were connected into my arms, the beeping machines and faint lights, this was my life now.

Well, until I died.

My mother had to leave the room, which I understand, this was a lot  of information to process.