At Ease//Eruri//

//Chapter Six//

Just previously, he recalls looking at the videos of the patients interacting with one another in such indecency. He is still baffled by what he had seen, but he now has an advantage on the patient above. In thinking through his plans and trying to figure out what he will do, he was awaiting for his patient to wake up.

Thinking about what he could possibly ask the subject, he was thrown out of thought when he can suddenly hear this sort of whining. At first, he could only assume it was the patient above themselves, after all, they were very low but they would still be able to hear the patter of feet. He doubts 13 could hear any of this, his room seemed sealed from every nook and cranny with only obscure holes for nearly any air to get to the patient's lungs. But as the time continued to pass on, he could have sworn the whining had come from the floor his two feet rested upon. In getting up, he exited his security room, the whining continuing before he could eventually make his way over to the exiting door, the door going to the upstairs. Opening it, he listened closely for something, anything, just to see where this strange noise was coming from.

The more he tunned his ears to the noise, the more he could have sworn this noise was coming from the basement. Closing the door and locking it again, he listened intently before suddenly hearing a banging inside of the patients' room? His eyes widened as he made his way back to the security one-way room, looking to the cameras to still see the patient under the bed. He wasn't seen on the cameras, anywhere, he only assumed he was under there. Where else could the patient be? Afterall, he had been here all day on watch, even keeping the lenses focused on the patient. Any movement he would have seen, right?

After looking about the cameras for some time, he could hear the whinings turn into these cries. They started very faint, becoming worse the more time passed. He could only think of one solution, calling Hange. When he made the call and waited desperately, he was taken aback when a sudden lockdown was set in place. Turning his attention to the cameras, he looked about the hospital to see no other than the patient, Eren, causing a huge commotion. Why was this patient acting up whilst Eren was losing his mind? He locked down the basement, no leaving or entering, as he got up and took a very big stake. Getting up and making his way to the patient's door, he unarmed himself from the weapons he had, knowing this man didn't like weapons. It was a risk to have them on himself, yet a safety factor in case something was to occur. Stripping himself of the risks, he was eventually at the patient's door, the screeches seemingly getting louder the closer he got to the door.

He had a feeling this was all planned. He would surely be killed and this man would get away, but as he opened the door and prepared himself for the worst, he was surprised... to say the least. The screeches began to steady, becoming sobs as the patient stayed under the bed. No blood or weapons could be seen from above, but he knew he would need to see the patient to make sure everything was ok. At first, he was unsure how to approach the risky situation, maybe bribe him out? Simply yank him out but treat him fairly? He needed to go about this properly if this was to work out in both of their favors.

In knowing of his options, he decided to take a different option to which wasn't the least bit common. Getting on the ground as he laid on his stomach, he looked under the bed to see the patient... the least he could describe this as was truly heartbreaking. The patient, the all mighty killer, was simply curled into a tiny ball under the bed, as though he was a tiny kitten hiding away from the loud bangs of feet against the floor. His own eyes could only soften a little for the poor soul, noticing how the only window in the men's room, locked and sealed, was pattering faintly. Looking up for a moment, he could see a faint flashing... lighting... He knew something was wrong, but how could lightening scare the all too powerful 13?

With much hesitation, he decided to tap the floor with his finger a little, seeing if he could get the patient's attention. The patient jumped to the thumping, curling even more as he thought to himself. What should he do? This man, this patient, clearly has a fear and he is quite far under the bed. How would someone, like himself, who isn't trained in any sort of tactics help him rehabilitate enough to come out. He thought for a moment as his finger stopped tapping, only to then decide on a tactic, endangering and quite frankly hazardous. Staying on the ground, he looked to the raven-haired patient, only then speaking in as smooth of a voice as he could. "You're alright 13... The lightning can't come in, nor can it hurt you. I'm here to help you... you are ok... trust me, 13.." He spoke as though his voice could melt metal, smooth and quite comforting but what surprised himself is how silent he got after he himself had spoken. The words that flowed out of his mouth seemed to calm his tremors down, the patient's body slowly becoming limp from all the shaking. Sobbing could still be heard, but now it was quite faint. Maybe he himself had gotten to the patient, much easier then he could have ever thought, but this was their first interaction after all. Maybe the patient had given himself a chance, better yet liked himself.