Eren was panic stricken. Mikasa lay on her bed unconscious with a small trickle of blood coming out. "Someone call the nurse!" Eren yelled.
Jean nodded and ran off to find a nurse, any nurse. Eren turned to Mikasa. He had never felt this way before, so nervous, so scared and so worried.
Marco approached Eren and put a hand on his shoulder, "Eren take a breath ok? She'll be alright, I'm sure of it." Marco confidently declared.
Eren clenched his fists before calming down and took a deep breath. "I'm going to text my parents that I'll be in the hospital for a bit longer." He stated and left.
When Jean came back it was Petra who had came running in to check on Mikasa. Eren was outside the hospital feeling the cold air.
He felt conflicted. He didn't understand why, but he just did. Maybe today I shouldn't have taken her to my house. Afterall Petra did warn me not to make her do anything too excessive. Eren thought.
Eren stayed outside on the cold, not caring if he was shivering. After what felt like hours Marco approached Eren with a soft smile.
"Do you want to come back in and see her?" Marco asked, "she's asleep right now, though."
Silence.
Marco opened his mouth to say something again, "it's fine, I need to get home anyway." Eren said and walked off.
Erens chest tightened at the thought of Mikasa dying. Even though he barely even knew Mikasa, she was still a friend to him. By the time Eren got home the lights were out and everything was quiet.
He took out a spare key from his pocket and opened the door. He closed it behind him quietly and walked up the stairs to his room.
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Mikasa sat up on her bed staring out the window as usual. She had to stay there for a few days before she could go to Eren's house again.
She frowned at the news she had received after the incident with Marco.
Flashback
Mikasa finally woke up, the light from the ceiling blinded her, after a few minutes her eyes finally re-adjusted to the light.
She slowly sat up and looked at the clock across her; 2:56 am, she let out a tired sigh and was about to lay back down when there was a knock on her door.
Mikasa turned her head and was greeted by Petra.
"Hey Petra," Mikasa smiled. Petra put up a small smile, but Mikasa could tell that there was something about that smile that made her feel suspicious of the nurse.
There was a moment of silence and finally Mikasa spoke up. "Is something wrong, Petra?" She asked.
Petra stopped what she was doing and stood there for a moment. About a minute later Petra let out a sigh and sat on the stool next to Mikasa's bed.
"We need to talk." She said sternly.
Mikasa raised an eyebrow and slowly nodded. "When your friend, Jean, called for a nurse saying that you were coughing up blood I came here as soon as I could." Petra started.
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You Are My Cure (EreMika)✔️
FanfictionMikasa, a 17 year old has always been sick. It was a disease that no one knew of because it was extremely rare, and there was no possible cure. Since she was 10 years old she has been in the hospital, stuck on her bed, that is until one day a volunt...