It's Not Your Fault- Armin x Reader

Expedition Day

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For the first time since your attempt, you woke up before you were required. All around you, you could hear the calm breathing of your comrades. You sat up in your bed and tested out how well you could stand. You started with your uninjured leg, but as soon as you tried to put pressure on your opposite leg, you let out a quiet hiss of pain as you felt the shock travel up your leg. Sighing, you grabbed your crutches and made your way to your dresser while trying to be as quiet as possible. It was still dark out, causing it to be difficult to maneuver around the clothes strewn around the room.

Reaching inside of your assigned dresser, you took out your white uniform pants and a white blouse. You purposely left your coat and straps hanging up, just so nobody would get suspicious. As you tired to pull your pants up, you ran into a problem.

Because of how your leg was set, you were unable to bend your foot in order to get it into your tight pants.

Dammit.

You focused on changing your shirt before your pants. Once you changed out of your comfortable night shirt and into your less comfortable uniform shirt, instead of taking it and placing it on the floor or in your hamper like everyone else in your bunk, you folded it neatly and put it back in your drawer.

Uhhhh let's see.

Turning around, you scanned the rows of bunk beds and who was in each one.

Sasha? She might have a fork I can cut this with. Krista's too innocent for any kind of on-hand weapon. Ymir though....

Your gaze drifted to the brunette girl that had the bottom bunk of her's and Krista's shared bunk bed. Next to each set of beds was a drawer for smaller personal items. Ymir wasn't the nicest person from what you knew about her from the past three years so the chances of her having something to help you in her drawer was pretty high. You made your way over to her bed and carefully opened her drawer. Your eyes immediately landed on the sharpened metal that had started reflecting the moonlight.

A dagger. Perfect.

You reached out your hand and pulled out the small knife. Next to Ymir and Krista's bed was a bunk with a spare bottom, Mikasa being on the top. You sat down on the bed, being sure not to bump it on accident. Since the cast on your leg was just medical wrap and nothing more, it would be fairly easy to cut through. Taking in a deep breath, you picked up your leg and made the first few cuts. The sound of ripping was all that could be heard throughout the quiet bunk. Glancing up at the clock above the door, it read 2:45.

After a minute or two of cutting, you were able to start peeling back the bandages revealing the nasty injury. There was a purple-brown-green color that surrounded a deep red hole which is where you guessed the anchor penetrated.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You nearly cried out in pain as you bent your foot to change from your loose pajama pants into your tight uniform pants. Once they were on you cleaned up your mess by keeping all of the bandages in your dresser just so it wouldn't be seen in one of the trashcans in the room. You put Ymir's dagger back in her drawer, acted like nothing happened and hopped back to your bed. You opened your dresser to grab a few rolls of bandages you took from the medical wing on your last visit. Covering as much as you could, you put it back in your dresser, took one of your pain pills that you were keeping in a packed bag under your bed, slipped on your hoodie and fell asleep.

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"Oi, brats! Time to get up! We leave in three hours. Get your shit together and go get something to eat."