Many curses were flying in his mind. How could this have happened?! To you of all people? The intimidating corporal's heart was pounding. He had to make it to the infirmary. His hands were in right fists from just thinking of the cruel reality. Just minutes earlier, Armin had knocked on his office door, informing him you had been half-stepped on by a Titan on the battlefield. Now that his squad was dead, you were the only one he cared about. And you were the only one who cared for him. You would lie in bed with him, making him feel small compares to how tall you were, but making him feel loved overall.
He only wished he would have been there to help you. To save you and continue to hold you in his arms. The considerably short man did have a heart. Most did not see it though. Through the past and present, it was hard to see through the coldness of his exterior. But you had just the gift to do so. You were so kind and gentle, why had this happened to you of all people? You always touched the hearts of others and happened to be a very skilled fighter. How could you just simply be stepped on? There had to be more to it? Had you hit your head and fallen unconscious then stepped on? Why wouldn't the Titan have eaten you? His mind was going to explode with all of the frustrating thoughts. Not just frustrating, painful. They were painful and struck him where it hurt. He was going to walk in and see you were fine. Only something simple like a broken foot or so. Something that would heal soon enough. Maybe he could even take care if you for the time being. He sighed heavily with worry. Why was he feeding himself these lies when he knew it was much worse?..
He made it to the infirmary, but the teary eyed faces told him what had happened already. He walked over to the bed where you lay. From around your left shoulder to your right foot was mostly crushed at an odd angle. Bones were obviously cracked and sticking from places they shouldn't be. Blood had soaked the thin blanket covering you. But your face told a different story. Your eyes were gently closed and it looked as if you had a smile on your face. He was expecting you to open your bright eyes and warm his heart. You still looked beautiful and full of life in his eyes. Maybe you were just sleeping?..
No..
Though the corporal knew better than to think that you were sleeping, or that that was still the infirmary. Was he thinking that to comfort his sorrows in hopes you would awake and hug him tightly once more, while he didn't care about your somewhat towering height. Or was his heart making up the suggestion so it could somewhat bear the pain a little more as it held onto its last pieces. The corporal had a broken heart, from a broken led life. He himself closed his eyes.
For he knew this was your funeral.