Worried | Jearmin Fanfiction

Chapter Three

Armin woke up in the infirmary, with Eren and Jean sitting either side of his bed. He sat up.

"Oh, you're up. Eren, he's up!" Jean exclaimed.

Eren sat up and looked at the blonde, hugging him.

"It's okay... I'm okay..." Armin reassured him. It was at that point that Armin realised he was wearing his pajamas. It came to his mind that Eren and Jean probably changed him into them whilst he was unconscious.

Jean touched Armin's forehead with the back of his hand. "You're scorching hot, I'm taking your temperature." Jean explained.

"I'll be back in a second, I'm just going to the bathroom." Eren exclaimed before getting up and leaving.

Jean got up and retrieved a thermometer and some vaseline. Armin's eyes widened, he knew what was about to happen. Jean set the equipment down on his bedside table.

"Just lay on your stomach, It'll only take five minutes..." Jean said to Armin before patting him on the hip.

"But- Jean- I-" Armin stuttered.

"It'll only take a second, Armin. Someone broke the oral thermometer..." Jean sighed. Jean was looking forward to this, Armin on the other hand, wasn't.

"But-" Jean laid Armin down on his stomach, and placed a pillow underneath his stomach to elevate his ass. He pulled Armin's pajama pants down to his knees, Armin turned bright red at this point.

Jean put a dollop of Vaseline on his finger and spread it around Armin's entrance, Armin tensed up.

"Shh, just relax..." Jean reassured as he rubbed the area. Armin couldn't relax, this was the worst moment of his life.

Jean spread Armin's cheeks and inserted the thermometer into his entrance, Armin squirmed.

"There we go, just breathe.." Jean whispered as he held the thermometer in place.

Eren came back in at the point, he was slightly startled at what he saw, but didn't think anything of it, this was just a standard medical procedure. He sat back down in the chair and observed. He could see Armin crying.

"Calm down, Armin." He sighed. Armin looked at him with teary eyes.

Jean took out the thermometer. "104*. You have a fever..." He explained before wiping Armin's entrance and pulling Armin's pants back up.

Armin continued to cry. It was over, but the invasion of his privacy and modesty would stay with him for the rest of his life.