Attack on Titan/Zelda crossover - To Hyrule and Back Again

Chapter Six: Ones and Twos

Sasha's Point of View

"Connie."

"Mm."

"Are you tired, or does your leg still hurt and you can't do anything?"

"Mm."

"That doesn't answer my question."

He lets out a long sigh, and then finally opens his eyes.

"There we go. You feel okay?" I hopefully ask him, taking a seat beside him on the bed.

"Feel a little better," he quickly mutters, much to my relief.

Armin had left a few minutes ago, leaving only me and Connie in Alex's room. Wonder when either of them will get back.

"Can you stand up?"

"No...?" he replies in a strange way. "Well, you're not gonna get better if you just lie in a kid's bed all day. Wait, do you even know who's bed this is?" Forgot to tell Connie just exactly where we are - I mentioned Alex earlier and he didn't question it, so I don't know.

"Alex's?"

"Yes. This is his bed. That you're laying on. With his family's leg equipment. On your leg."

"Mm."

"When Alex returns you're going to have to try to stand up with the crutches, hear me? Armin and I don't know how long we can freeload in this kid's room."

"...yeah, whatever."

. . .

"You said you'd try to use the crutches and stand up when Alex got back. Why aren't you doing that?"

"Mm."

"Stop saying 'mm'! Give me an actual response instead of a grunt!"

"Fine," he replies, finally responding with words. "Where're my crutches?"

"Hold on," Alex interrupts, followed by him swinging his closet door open and shuffling through it. "Ah. Here they are. Sorry, I forgot to actually give them to you, heh," he tells me, laying the crutches across the bed by Connie.

"Alright. Are you going to try to use these?" he hopefully asks him.

"I guess."

"Well, sit up, legs off the bed."

He weakly rises himself upwards, and turns himself towards Alex, and screeches an "ow" whenever he places his broken leg on the floor.

"You don't have the cast on yet?" Alex confusingly asks. "Where is it?"

What? I thought he had his cast on.

"I.. I never put it on," he replies. Why didn't he say something about it?

"Oh. Wow. Sorry, I'll go find it."

He opens his closet door again, stepping deeper into it than he was last time, like the floor of the closet's flooded with other things. He takes a bit longer than when he was looking for the crutches, and then leaps out from the back of his closet, tripping over some kind of box at the entrance. "Crap," he frustratingly says, "it's not in there."

"Did you look hard enough? Looks like there's a bunch of stuff in there," I question.

"Trust me, I know where everything is in my closet - the cast's supposed to be in the back corner, and it's not there."

Looking for other options on the spot, I begin asking other ways to get a cast for Connie.

"How much does just the cast cost at the hospital?"