What if {ereri}

13

Levi

I woke up.

My head hurt.

I reached up, touching it.

Ouch.

Bruised.

What... happened?

I sat up, blinking.

The room was unfamiliar.

Then—

I saw them.

All of them.

I looked around.

Then—

Jean.

Standing in front of me.

His blade at my neck.

I stiffened.

He glared.

"Did you know?"

I blinked.

What?

Jean leaned closer.

"Did you know?" His voice rose.

I shook my head.

Jean scoffed.

"Talk," he snapped. "Words. Speak."

I stayed silent.

Jean gritted his teeth.

Then—he turned away.

⸻

Krista and Ymir walked over.

Krista smiled.

She held out water.

I took it.

Drank.

"You must be exhausted," she said. "You were out for a while."

I nodded.

Ymir glared at Jean.

"That's a nasty bruise," she muttered. "Oi, Horse Face, you hit him too hard."

Krista carefully bandaged me.

I watched her quietly.

Then—

Reiner.

He walked forward, arms crossed.

"How long?" he asked.

I blinked.

"How long has Eren been a Titan?"

I stared.

"...Not," I mumbled.

Reiner frowned.

Annie scoffed.

"Jean must've hit you harder than I thought," she muttered. "Did you not see? Eren did this."

She gestured at the destroyed buildings.

Krista moved to walk away.

I grabbed her sleeve.

She paused.

Turned to me.

I looked up at her.

"Armin. Mikasa. Eren," I mumbled.

Her expression darkened.

Tears glistened in her eyes.

"The Garrison is deciding whether Eren is safe or not," she whispered.