Bertholdt x Mikasa (BeruMika)

Ten

~Mikasa's POV~

I couldn't sleep for a while, and it stood that way for some time. Ana started to groan and I could perfectly see her in the moonlit darkness. She seemed so tiny in my shirt, but her little arms were flailing and she was crying-- in her sleep.

I got up quickly and swiftly, whilst gently placing Micah into the inner parts of our bed.

I moved Bertholdt's arm with a struggle until he woke a smidge. He leaned toward to avoid falling onto the floor and taking Ana with him too.

"Psst! Bertl!" I shouted in a whisper.

"Mmmm?" Bert annoyed, groaned to me.

"Ana. She's crying. Get up!" I raised my voice a tad.

He needed to get up before she started to continue in her night terror and wreak havoc.

Bertholdt stunted in his body with wide eyes realising that we're in a somewhat serious situation. I shoved his legs to the ground and he sat up as Ana stood on the bed kicking and moving her limbs. She was sweating, even more than Bert which is scary.

"Ana?" I poked her and she didn't respond to me. I picked her up and she hit my face a few times. I started rocking her on my shoulder and cooing 'shhhs' to her and patted her back in a rhythmic rubbing formation.

"Bertholdt." I turned to Hus newly slouched position.

"Yeah?" He asked rubbing his eye and reasserting his sitting formation from his dozing off.

"You hug Micah and I'll stay here until she wakes or feels better." I assured.

"Got it, that means I can sleep now?" Bert asked mindlessly.

I chuckled with a nice scoff. "Sure go ahead sleepy head haha." I replied.

Bert cringed back into bed with his humongous limbs and aided Micah slowly by his chest. He fell asleep right there on spot in their uncovered slumber.

I sighed annoyed and rolled my eyes with a laugh and covered them with Ana shaking in my left shoulder. She was so tiny, as if her tiny body could just fit into a drawer or something. But she had stubbly and chubby features that she'd grow out of in age. I sighed and sat by the small table and struggle to light a candle with her moving so much. I got it lit and held her up to the ceiling looking and observing her. It's been 15 minutes without a stop and I heard somewhere that you can't or at least, you shouldn't wake a person in this state and let them wake themselves.

She was returned to my shoulder. I sang her a song whilst I pat and rubbed her back.

Freund, don't cry. Hi yhy yhy.

Freund don't slip. Hu yhy yhy.

Him bum bum him bum bum.

"Shhhh" I cooed, and continued with the song.

Freund stay and don't leave. Hi yhy yhy

You are mine. Him bum bum him bum bum.

So stay until I leave hu yhy yhy

Until I leave hi yhy yhy

Until I leave this Earth. Hu yhy yhy.

Leave this Earth. Him bum bum bum, hi yhy yhy bummmhhmmm.

Her body moved slower and slower as I sang, at the last verses she went faster but slower and stop hitting me. Like she didn't ever hit me intentionally, but when her arms flailed they'd just crash into me. The candle wick was all over the hilt of the holder. I fixed it and saw an inch of the candle was gone. It's been 30 minutes about with this.