Cold Colours (EDITING)

Bandages 2.O

Your POV

I sliced the burrito with my fork, it's contents spilling out into the table. My favorite food and yet I had no wish to eat it. I don't think I could even get it down, it would be like the food in the hospital... just at the thought of throwing up again made me shiver, my throat tightening.

I hadn't eaten in days... I should be hungry. I should be stuffing my face and grabbing for (F/N)'s nice looking taco as she nibbles on her salad. But no... instead I wanted to stand up and throw everything in front of me away. With a glance at Eren I found him staring straight at me with nothing more than a cup of coffee in front of him. Weird... I've never actually seen him eat anything...

"I think I have the stomach virus..." I
Suddenly say, looking away from Eren's gaze. His bright green eyes seemed to make me want to explain why I wasn't eating... and I simply had to say what I did.

Being sick was the only explanation to not wanting to eat. Even though I had no idea where I would have gotten it from - I just came from a hospital - I must have a stomach virus... it was the only thing I could think of that would make me not want to eat anything at all.

"... really? Are you sure, do we need to take you back to the hospital." It was as if I had told (F/N) some secret. As soon as I told her my worries she had set down her own food, grabbing my hands and holding onto them. Her gaze was soft and caring, her brown eyes staring at me worriedly.

Eren sat beside her. Staring. Not saying a word. Just... staring.

"Eat something." Eren simply says, his silence broken as he leaned forwards on the table. His elbow rested against the wood, his eyes narrowing slightly as he watches me.

For some reason this makes me mad. As I hold onto (F/N)'s hands I send a glare Eren's way, huffing at the way he was looking at me expectantly.

"Only if you do princess." I push my plate to him with a huff, narrowing my eyes at him as well. Two can play whatever game he is...

Eren huffs and picks up my fork, eating a bite of my burrito. "There. Now eat." He pushes the plate back to me.

I blink, sighing as I feel my stomach turn with a simple glance at the food. I feel (F/N) and Eren's stares. "I-i can't..."

Eren purses his lips, his hand coming to rest on (F/N)'s shoulder. "Are you sure about that?"

"You make it sound bad that I'm a little sick. I'm fine Eren." I shift uncomfortably under his unforgiving stare. He just was not letting up... (F/N) sits beside him, concern showing in her eyes. Unlike Eren she seemed to be thinking simply of me. Eren's gaze held something else I couldn't place...

He sighs and looks out the window. His hands were curled into fists, he looked pissed as hell. But something about him... maybe it was the look in his eyes or the way his lips turned downwards, he looked almost sad. He looked like he had to do something he didn't want to do. But that made no sense.

"Eren? Hey baby are you okay?" (F/N)'s attention shifted from me to Eren, her hand rubbing his bicep soothingly. She frowns, the same concern for me flashing to Eren.

Eren closes his eyes for a moment, sighing heavily as I watch him in confusion. His muscles relax as his eyes open. Other emotions fall away as he turns to (F/N), kissing her lovingly. "I'm fine sweetheart. Promise."

I suddenly look away from the couple, a pain that hadn't been there for a while shooting through my chest. Oh how I longed for someone to care for me like that. How I longed for someone to be able to calm me with a simple touch. I grit my teeth and curl my hands into fists.

Black hair and blue eyes flashed through my mind, and I felt a tug in my chest. It doesn't matter how hard I push him away, Levi always seems to come back. Both in my mind and in real life.

So many things had happened to me recently, I could feel my brain working overtime. Both trying to figure things out and trying to work out the emotions it felt, I was almost always tired.

"(Y/N)? (Y/N)!" (F/N)'s sudden shout gains my attention, and I look over at her. She was looking at me, or rather my arm.

"Hm, what is it?" I look down at my hand, frowning when I saw the red liquid leaking out. What the...

"Your hand is bleeding..." (F/N) whispers, reaching out only for her arms to be stopped by Eren. He held her close to his chest, like a knight trying to protect his princess.

I hold up my hand, sighing at the trails of blood that ran down my pale skin. Pain was throbbing fully now from the wounds. I try to take a closer look, attempting to figure out exactly what had happened... I didn't remember doing anything...

Four little arches of red were dropping blood. It appeared as if my nails had pierced my own skin. Never in my life had I ever broken skin with my nails, I always kept them short. I guess they had grown out in the hospital...

"Here." (F/N) suddenly says, holding out a napkin. I hesitate for a moment, my hand flexing out so I could observe the nails. How long had they gotten...

To my horror, the nails were the same length as I had left them. So close to the skin it was almost impossible to see myself accidentally piercing my skin unless my nails were made out of some sort of metal.

With a frown I take the napkin and wipe off the blood. The blood smears around as I wipe at it, but when I do manage to get it all off I freeze once more.

There was no wound. Where I remember there being distinct crescent shapes marks on my skin there was pure pale, soft skin. What... this made no sense...

Humans don't heal like that.

"(Y/N)?" (F/N) asks from across the table.

I shake my head to rid myself of the stupid worries. "Y-yeah?"

"Are you okay? Do you need a bandage?"

"T-that would be helpful." I mutter softly, looking up to see Eren's frown. His eyes were scanning the skin where the cuts had been.

He saw it too...