There were some things that still shocked Hange—she could count them on one hand. At this bleak moment in the world she found herself screaming and stagnant with panic. A star was falling from the sky, and about to land within easy reach of a twelve-meter Titan.
Small, beautiful, it fell hard and Hange saw its chest rise and cave in heavily. One last action before nothing.
She tore towards her comrade. How had he been injured? It was so rare for her boy to be hurt but what the hell?! After slicing the Titan's neck, its maw open and drooling ready for an appetizer she knelt beside him.
A pulse still came. Levi wasn't dead.
With a quick look around Hange noticed none of her soldiers nearby. None that could help her anyway. She had basic medical knowledge but he had no visible wounds. Peel his shirt open and examine him. Yes. This was not something that could be ignored. She cared about the little fireball and also knew Erwin would kill her.
Speaking of Erwin, he found himself at the nape of the final Titan in sight and took it down swiftly. His mind was blank except for murder; not even Levi breached his stone wall. The love of his life. The only one who soared over that wall every time they locked eyes. By now it was a known fact they were together and nobody argued. They were a precious light.
No casualties in this encounter luckily. No serious injuries either. It seemed almost too perfect, Erwin thought as he watched the younger members jabber and tend to their horses. Only one thing was out of place. He caught Hange and now Sasha bent over a body. Not a Titan, in the least. He knew that soft black hair like the blades in his hand. The possessor of it being the best part of him.
"Hange!" He jogged over and collapsed on his knees beside Levi who trembled slightly. Why was he this pale? Eren was arguing with someone. Erwin did not care. Let that hormone-fuelled brat take care of his own problems for once.
"Commander. We can't figure out what's going on. The only response we got was him shaking just a minute ago. Has Levi been ill lately? He looked fine this morning." She turned to Erwin, brows creased.
Erwin felt his warm skin. His love felt feverish. "He was gone for a while in the bathroom and came back dazed. But he wouldn't kiss me when I tried."
"He must be sick. You're not a good husband," Sasha accused. "He has a fever and went out anyway. You need to look after him more."
"We're not married, scout."
"Don't talk to your commander that way Braus." Hange picked Levi up (it wasn't difficult) and held him for Erwin.
Erwin took the body and placed it gently in a wagon he would ride beside. This matter. He obviously needed rest. Then a thorough investigation. They had been fucking more than usual. And of course Levi was young enough to be part of that generation. The first men who were capable of such a thing. It was a bizarre twist of evolution, a result of crashing birth rates and humanity's base need for survival.
Not real though. There was no way. He would explode if Erwin did it. Thinking was not on the itinerary during sex. No. No. No. Levi. Thirty-four years old. Logically he could have a baby but an extra risk was there, plus he was so tiny and overactive.
And Erwin vowed to himself a long time ago that fatherhood was insane. Their job and the strings on their lives. Now he was the one trembling as they got closer to headquarters. His horse bobbed her head in protest of his tight grip on the reins.