[ alright, eren hushes out between breaths, and goodness is he thankful. he’s not only thankful, he’s escalated his trust. he feels sick, he feels raw and his gut burns all the way up his throat and back down, but between squeezing his eyes tight through each pulse of pain (one that has him thinking that he’s felt worse, to distract the mind), he finds himself proud. you’re doing great so far, crow.
if eren were a patient, in which he was, crow would be the one he wanted to see in an ambulance.
his vision swerves, but eren counts numbers in his head in hopes that it would bring him closer to auto-healing as he reaches for the toilet paper. long, as he had asked, tearing it away from the rest of the roll and then
staring, at it.
oh no.
in no more than five minutes of intense staring, that’s what crow sees. ]
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if eren were a patient, in which he was, crow would be the one he wanted to see in an ambulance.
his vision swerves, but eren counts numbers in his head in hopes that it would bring him closer to auto-healing as he reaches for the toilet paper. long, as he had asked, tearing it away from the rest of the roll and then
staring, at it.
oh no.
in no more than five minutes of intense staring,