Jean x Armin /under editing/

Chapter Twenty-Two

(Armin's POV)

It's been five days since they left for the expedition, and I'm getting worried. When I say a little, I really mean that I can't eat or sleep.

"Armin. . .come on, you need to eat something, please. You know that Jean will want you to be healthy. C'mon, I could sneak you some better food. Oh my, I feel like Sasha" Hanji says, pleaing.

I glare at the food and slowly push the plate away from me. Hanji sighs and slumps in her chair across from me.

"You're so frustratingly stubborn" Hanji groans, pushing the food groans, pushing the food back towards me.

"So are you" I reply, returning the food.

"Whatever. All I know is the you haven't eaten in two days and that's a big problem" Hanji grumbles, stating the obvious.

"I don't care! The only thing I care about is-" 

"Armin!"

I jump as someone calls for me. I turn to see Connie in blood soaked clothing. 'It's Jean!" he exclaims, pointing to the infirmary is.

"Shit!" I cry out as I break into a sprint. As I run, I spot Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, and. . . Marco waiting outside a room, Jean's room.

"Oh Wall Maria, what happened?! Is he okay? Can I see him?" I question, my hands clammy, eyes fill with worry and fear, hair going whichever way it wants to.

"Armin. . . he-I. Sorry" Eren stutters, trying to find his words.

"He's asleep at the moment. He can have visitors, but one at a time" the doctor states, walking out of the small room.

"Armin should go" Mikasa says, breaking the brief silence. Everyone nods in agreement except Marco. I nod and make my way towards Jean's bed.

I gasp at the sight; pale skin, hair is a mess, bandages scatter over his body, mainly on his right side. I slowly make my way to a chair on the left side of the bed.

Tears well up in my eyes. "I'm so happy that you came back. I was so scared. Was this how you felt when I was injured? Walls, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I should have went too, I left you when I should have stayed with you" I cry, resting my head on the back of his hand.

"Shhm it's okay. Like I told you, I'm not leaving you so easily" he chuckles weakly. "I'm a fighter."

I snap my head up to see Jean's brown eyes looking into mine. "Jean!" I exclaim, jumping out of the chair onto him.

He winces and I immediately apologize and get up, but he holds me close. I look up again and see tears rolling down his cheeks. "Jean! What's wrong? Does something hurt?" 

"I-my arm" he stammers looking over to his right side.

I look from his face to his side. "M-may I?" I ask. Hesitantly, he nods as I wipe away his tears. I slowly pull the sheets down and gasp. "Oh no, Jean" I whisper.

"I'm sorry. I tried, I really did but-" 

"Jean! It's okay, you're here, alive. Many people don't come back. I'm happy that you're back" I assure, rubbing his hand, smiling softly.

"Armin" Jean whispers, placing his hand against my cheek. "Please don't cry."

My eyes widen as he rubs my cheek, trying to soothe me. I should be the one to tell you that" I chuckle , trying to lighten the mood.

Jean smiles and moves to give me space to lay next to him. "Please" he says, patting the space next to him. 

I smile softly and lay by his side. "I'm exhausted. Let's go to sleep" Jean mumbles, pulling me close.

I nod, nuzzling into his side.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

I am going to do a heads and tails to decide which ending to write first. Two endings til this story is over. I'm kinda sad, this story was interesting to write. I hope you like this.

Darkside