A/N: I never know what I'm doing. Definitely not now. Oh, also, I'm not a doctor so don't even ask. Also, I'm not a doctor. Sorry if it sucks. I suck.

Eren wrapped the thick, white quilt around his frail body and snuggled up in it. The heart monitor was beeping continuously and the boy sitting on the hospital bed tapped his finger in the same rhythm. Eren sighed softly and his breathe was visible in the air; however, not to the boy himself. There he sat, his grey eyes staring into absolutely nothing; a void of darkness. It made lots of people uncomfortable. Namely the nurses that came to check up on him and a few friends he made at Maria Hospital.

Maria Hospital was a comfortable, small hospital. Definitely not as grand as Sina Hospital all the way out in Stohess county. Sina Hospital, on the contrary, was a large hospital with all the newest medications. It was much more expensive than Maria Hospital, which was one the reasons why Eren was stuck in there, progressively getting worse. Maria Hospital was also much closer to his sister, so she had time to visit; not often though. She was busy doing college and part-time jobs, which Eren hated. He hated being such a burden on his older sister. She was supposed to be having fun with her college friends- not spending all of her time working to pay off his medication bills, and not having any time to socialize.

Eren had argued countless times to just let him off the medication, which in Eren's defense wasn't even doing a great deal of help. He wanted her to stop working overtime, and staying up all night just so she could pay this month's bills. She, of course, was reluctant to just let him slowly die. But he already was dying, and there nothing to stop it. Mikasa was just prolonging the time of his passing, and he was honestly getting tired of living like the way he was. He was blind and sick. He just wanted it to be over already; he didn't want to suffer anymore.

Eren Jaeger was 17 years old and tired. He's been hospitalized for around 13 years, and his condition has always been getting worse with time. Time was his enemy. He couldn't even remember being outside of the chilly hospital. He couldn't remember what rain felt like, or what it looked like. Eren just wanted to go outside for once, without being helped by a nurse or being asked if he was alright. He wanted to go outside and trip on the sidewalk; to get sunburned; to feel what grass felt like. Eren longed for that day, but nobody would ever fulfill his wish. They were always so worried about him, so they never listened to him. He longed for that day, and he was determined to make it happen before he passed.

Eren lost count of the years he'd been trapped in that hospital, but it was tolerable. He had a few friends there to keep him company. He'd met some nice nurses who didn't get on his nerves every time they visited him. They were all sweet and very fond of him, and vice-versa.

While snuggling up, and hearing rain droplets outside the window, he heard the door slide open and his attention was on the intruder. He sat up in his bed and laid his hands out in front of him.

"Good morning, Eren!" A sweet voice called to him and although he could not see the woman, he smiled and greeted her as well. He heard her footsteps come beside his bed and felt the bed sink with her weight.

"How are you, Eren?" She asked, and Eren could hear her fiddling with the machinery beside him. He didn't know what she was doing, but it wasn't like he could stop her.

"I'm good. Really tired, though."

"Oh, I see. It's probably because of the cloudy weather today. Cloudy weather always makes people feel sluggish. Even I feel sluggish today, believe it or not!" Petra laughed and Eren chuckled softly at her words.

"Really? The glimmering Petra is sluggish today? I just can't believe it!" Eren laughed out and Petra giggled. He felt Petra shuffle in her seat and clap her hands together.

"All done! I just fixed your oxygen tank and your blood bag! You're all fresh and new!" He could feel her smile and he felt an urge to do the same. "Oh! I forgot!"

Eren felt her quickly get off his bed and move across the room. He tried to follow her echoes, but found it difficult with her speed. Eventually, he felt a large, warm substance cover his body and he touched it. It was incredibly soft and he grabbed it and rubbed it face on it smiling. It was so warm, and it was perfect the cold weather inside and out the hospital.

"I got you a blanket, Eren, since it's so cold in here! Goodness, I didn't want you to freeze in here!"

Eren lightly laughed and let go of the blanket with a cheetah print on it. "This thick quilt is more than enough for me," and he tried to move the heavy quilt on his body, showing the girl how difficult it was. "But thank you, anyways. It's so soft!"

He heard Petra clasp her hands together in pride. "I got you the best blanket there was!"

Eren rest his hands down and stared outside the window. Silence came over the two, but it was comfortable. Some minutes passed until Eren opened his mouth to speak.

"Can I go outside?"

Eren heard the woman open her mouth, and a noise of hesitation left her. He clenched his hands tightly into a fist, already knowing the answer. His eyebrow twitched in either anger or annoyance; probably both.

"I-I'm sorry, Eren. You know the answer." The voice was upset, and disappointed.

Eren let out an irritated sigh. "I just… I want to go outside. I want to feel what the ground feels like. I can't remember anything from before I went blind, and it bothers me so much!" His voice was firm and somewhat loud.

Petra stared at the boy sitting in front of her, and his grey eyes that held no emotion. It unnerved her. "Well, it's just that we can't risk you getting any worse, Eren. Your system just can't handle that much motion and the air is so filthy nowadays!"

She tried to reason with Eren, but he never backed down. He wanted to go outside so bad. He was locked up in this hospital for so many years and he was tired. He was so tired, and he knew his sister was too.

"Please, Petra. You can't just expect me to sit in here for so many years and not expect something in return! I want to go outside! I want to feel what the sunlight feels like; I want to feel what rain feels like; I want to know what the seasons feel like!" Eren cried out. He was so sick of always being refused, and he could feel the woman hesitate. "Just once."

He felt a warm hand grasp his own and Eren, in all fury, just wanted to rip his hand away, but refrained from doing so.

"Listen, Eren. I'm thinking that maybe we can let you go outside once. Just not today. Maybe when you're on your final moments. I'll try to reason with the doctor, but please hang in there, Eren! Don't die on us just yet." The voice was reassuring and the hand tightened on Eren's.

Eren smiled slightly. "Thank you, Petra."

The following days were the same: a repetitive schedule of waking up and then taking several naps throughout the day; as well as a nurse checking up on him every once in a while. Some days, Eren felt horrible and he find himself coughing for minutes nonstop- sometimes on the rare occasion hacking up a certain thick substance. It was getting more common, though. Eren was scared, but that didn't stop him from constantly asking Petra what the heads up was on the situation of him being able to go outside.

She hadn't persuaded his strict doctor just yet, but was managing to somewhat sway the doctor's opinion on the matter. His doctor, Dr. Smith, was a firm man who always ensured Eren was in perfect condition. Well, not perfect; as perfect as Eren could get, this mind you wasn't close to perfect at all. He'd known Eren since the boy was admitted into the hospital, and Dr. Smith was a young man back then. Now he was in his thirties, but of course he was still as handsome as ever. Eren would not admit, however, that he always appreciated the deep, smooth voice of the older man. He could just imagine what Dr. Smith looked like and Eren would gladly run his hands over the man-

That was beside the point. Eren was just glad Petra was trying to help his wish come true, and Eren thanked her every time she came to see him. She would hug him and chat with him for a while, like usual, and leave. She wasn't the only nurse Eren knew, though. He knew others- the ones that weren't annoying.

They hadn't come over recently, but every day, those nurses would come in and have lunch with Eren. Lunchtime wasn't the best time for Eren, since his stomach was always upside-down, he could ever barely eat anything. His appetite wasn't large; if anything, it wasn't even there. He would just poke at his sandwich or cafeteria Jell-O and prayed that they wouldn't say anything- which they didn't. But of course, they would end up making sure he at least a bite of something. Make sure he wouldn't die from malnutrition.

Now, Eren sat in his bed that he'd actually gotten very attached to in all his years of sleeping in. One of the nurses, Gunther, would always tell him the time and day and month and season every time he walked into Eren's room. Eren appreciated it; that way, he could tell time. Last time Gunther had walked in, he'd said it was February. Eren had already forgotten the day, but he guessed they were half-way through the month. It was winter, and winter meant cold. Winter was the season of rain, snow, and dropping temperatures.

While Eren preferred summer, he liked winter somewhat. Summer was this season of a warm aura, tropical smells, and delicious fruit. The sun made Eren so warm and he needed it now. It was freezing in the hospital. Or was it just his room?

Eren sat up straighter when he heard footsteps stop at his room, and the door slid open. Eren smiled at the people who just entered his room. "Good morning, guys!"

"Good morning, Eren!" They greeted him as well and Eren heard them sit down, Auruo and Erd standing in front of his bed.

He heard zips and plastic bags opening. He was guessing it was lunchtime. Well, isn't that just wonderful.

"We brought you some food, Eren! It's still cafeteria food, but we got the good food for you!" He heard Petra place some food in front of him and he asked what it was.

"It's a Granola bar, a sandwich, and a side of rice." Erd explained as he shoved some salad into his mouth.

Eren nodded and smiled a little. "Thank you…"

"Well, you brat, you better eat that. I don't want you wasting our time." A voice spoke up in a snarky tone, and Eren automatically knew who it was. That was Auruo, and he always called Eren a brat. Eren didn't mind it; if anything, he enjoyed being teased like that. He'd never say that though. Eren quickly glared at the general area of where Auruo stood and he heard a scoff.

"Anyway, where's Gunther?" Eren asked.

"Oh, he's busy helping a patient. I don't think he's going to be able to come today." Erd responded and Eren slowly nodded.

"Yeah, I heard that that new patient has a really sad story. She doesn't have any-"

They began to talk about everyday things, and Eren sat quietly. He didn't pay much attention, but would sometimes say something. Eren, once again, just stared at his food. His face was heating up and his throat was clenching up. Eren closed his eyes in irritation. He reached his arm up and lightly coughed, even though his throat was yearning to just hack and relieve the burning sensation. He didn't make it a big deal; he played it off as a slight itch of his throat, so that way, they wouldn't worry.

Eren let his shoulders tense up when his throat burned intensely. He clenched his hands tightly into a fist; tightly gripped the bed. They didn't seem to notice, and for several minutes, they didn't notice. They finished their food and soon left, waving a farewell. Eren forced a smile for a while until he no longer heard their footsteps. His mouth dropped and he began to cough violently into his hands. He did so for several minutes, and reached over for a tissue when he felt a familiar substance come from his mouth, his hand blindly searching for Kleenex box. He found it and quickly shoved a tissue to his mouth to cover up the blood.

His coughing died down, and it was all silent now. He crumpled the tissue up and shoved it under his pillow, as so no one would find it. Eren sniffled and felt his heart beating in his chest slowly. It was difficult for him to breathe correctly, and he could feel his heart just beating agonizingly slow. Eren's face was hot and his chest was on fire.

Today definitely wasn't his day.

A week passed, and soon Eren was getting weaker and weaker. His arms were always sore and he could ever barely lift them up to get a tissue. His lungs were slowing down and his heart was pumping slower. Eren was scared, and he was always thinking about what would happen when he finally died. His sister had visited a couple days before, along with their childhood friend Armin.

Armin was a nice boy- incredibly intelligent as well. Eren and Mikasa had known Armin since they were babies, and had grown up with one another. Armin helped Mikasa pay the medical bills, and Eren would yell at both of them to stop paying, but of course neither paid attention to what he said. That irked Eren to no end.

Their visit was brief, but still full of love. Hugs were shared and Mikasa held onto Armin's hand; Eren could feel her uncertainty and fear. It was quiet for the most part, since Eren never really had anything to talk about other than ask them what it was like outside. One thing Eren had always wanted to see was the ocean. He'd never been to the ocean in his entire life and he'd heard it was gorgeous. Armin had been there and tried to explain to his sick friend what it looked like; what it felt like. It was in vain, for Eren was blind and Eren merely nodded, trying desperately to imagine what it'd be like.

The two left and Eren began to doze off. He could feel his heart sometimes get erratic and he'd feel in his chest; like his heart was the only thing he could feel. Like his chest wasn't even there. It felt like his heart was naked with no skin to cover it. Almost like if he dared to look down, he'd see his withering heart.

It was the first week of March, and it was getting warmer. Eren thanked the lord and ripped the thick, winter quilt the hospital gave to patients for winter. He didn't care where it landed; the nurses would pick it up. Eren was bored almost all the time, and all of his friends were busy with their nursing jobs. Dr. Smith had visited him and Eren would just pretend to listen. His doctor told him his conditions and how they were trying to look for some medication that could actually help him.

"Eren."

Eren opened his eyes and looked forward. "Hm?"

"Good afternoon."

"Oh, um, good afternoon, Doctor," Eren replied somewhat tired and still hazy. He recognized the man as his doctor.

"Listen, I just want to take a few scans on you, if it's alright with you." The voice was deep as usual.

Eren sat up, but felt his muscles strain at the action. "Um, yeah, that's fine." It's not like he had a choice.

He heard his doctor make his way to him and Eren slightly put his head down. "Let me help you." The voice was gentle and soft, yet still had that huskiness to it. It was addictive.

"N-No, I'm fine," Eren said, but his breath was short and raspy. He blindly felt for the floor and felt the coldness seep through his feet. It was freezing.

"Here, let me get your slippers," he heard Erwin say and Eren just sat there, slowly pressing his feet lower so he'd get used to the cold, tiled floor. He felt hands grab his foot and slip on the fuzzy slippers and Eren wiggled his toes.

"Thanks," Eren breathed out and he slowly- yet surely – lifting himself onto his feet. His hands were still on the bed, gripping it tightly. Erwin seemed to notice and grabbed Eren's arms and moved him forward. Eren, unbeknownst to him gripped into Erwin's arms, and moved forward. Man, did his legs hurt.

Eren felt slightly embarrassed at the fact that he had to have his doctor help him move, but it wasn't like he was going to magically become unblind and just waltz out the door like some ballerina. He really wished it would happen though.

The trip was slow and silent. Eren was just making sure he was breathing evenly, and tried to keep the atmosphere around them not awkward. Neither talked, but there was always this weird air around them that set Eren off. Eren was internally screaming and contemplating just talking to his doctor about something, until it just got plain awkward. He didn't follow through with it.

After ten minutes, Eren guessed, they finally made it to the scanning place and he was led to the bed where he carefully sat down and waited patiently. He was instructed by Erwin who was in the next room to lie down and just lay still. He did so, and just slowly breathed. He wondered what happened during these 'scan' thingies.

Erwin went off about lots of things such as instructions, but Eren was too busy being tired. Eren really hated it when they woke him up so early; he could never tell what time it was, unless someone was to directly tell him, but he could take a gamble. He supposed it was around twelve or one in the afternoon, but it was still too early for Eren; way too early.

For a while he silently laid there in a quiet room. His eyes darted back and forth in the darkness he saw. It was really quiet and it made Eren uneasy. Still, he laid there in utter silence. He knew Erwin was in the other room, but what the heck was he doing?

"Erwin! We need the closest operation room! Right now!" A shout was heard and Eren sat up on his elbows at the yelling outside the room. His heard really hurt. It was utterly silent one second, and now one second later, everyone's screaming and yelling their lungs out? What the fuck? Eren scrunched his eyebrows at the sounds and heard someone shout for a blood bag due to 'extreme blood loss.' Eren sat up slowly, even though his back burned. He felt his heart bump a little too weirdly for him and he clutched his chest.

He heard Erwin's voice through the speaker telling him to stay put. Although Eren desperately wanted to go see what was going on- or rather hear what was going on, he knew he had no way of making it to the scene; no less the door. So he sighed in annoyance and just curled up in a ball on the bed- or whatever he was laying on.

From outside the door he could hear panicked screams and the wheels of one of those gurney thingies speed away. He could tell the person who had just been pushed into the operating room would die; it was as clear as day. When people began screaming and gasping out of shock and panic, it was never a good sign. Especially when this hospital never really had the greatest machines needed for surgery and whatever else went on in here.

Eren chewed his lips, but kept having to stop so he could breathe properly. He waited there in silence; the echoes of the shouts lingered though.

After all the commotion, Erwin decided to just leave the scans for another day. Eren didn't say anything; he could hear how the man's voice was exhausted and just completely drained. Eren could almost see how the man had these clouded over eyes that seemed to dull his usually blue, stunning eyes. Almost.

Eren was assisted to his room, but he had to actually use his muscles more, because Erwin seemed to be too tired to hold up someone else. That surprised Eren to some extent. The man sounded like he could carry a whole train.

Eren got comfortable in his bed once more, ready to take another nap. Eren, as he tried to lull himself to sleep, tried to figure out the time. He'd gone to the scanning room thing around midday, and Erwin had left to help with that person for maybe an hour or two. Eren realized how long he'd been in that room and sighed. He could've probably made it to his room, if he decided to not follow his doctor's orders. He'd be a rebel.

The day passed slowly, but the chilly warmth of the air kept Eren awake. He really wanted something to do; he'd begged Mikasa for an iPod more than once and every time she'd refuse by saying that he'd probably lose it. While he argued back at her, in the back of his mind, he knew she was right. He'd lost more things in his life than there were patients at the hospital. Some of those things were either incredibly expensive or incredibly cheap, but he'd get yelled at by his sister anyway.

Eren took several naps throughout the slowly moving day, and once night rolled over, Eren just could not sleep. The silence of the hospital during the nighttime was slightly scary, yet always creepy. It always had this air to it that made Eren feel off; so in retaliation, he'd just sleep the night away. But tonight, he just couldn't sleep. It was like something was nagging at him in the back of his mind, but he couldn't tell what it was.

The boy huffed in irritation. He was tired and sleepy, but his eyes would not stay still for more than one minute. Eren could tell it was either extremely late, or extremely early. Maybe around midnight. The time when monsters came out; or at least that's what Eren thought back when he was just a child at the hospital.

Then the door suddenly slammed open and Eren jumped in his bed. His heart was going incredibly fast and kept skipping beats, only to beat twice times faster afterward. He coughed into his arm and let out a painful groan. He quickly looked up with a hazy expression, trying to find the intruder, and he did.

He could hear the exhausted and strained pants coming from the door and he looked slightly in that direction.

"Who are you?" Eren asked, yet his voice strained to make out the words.

He heard silence on the other end, and then a long string of curses. Eren flinched at that, but kept his gaze steady. Eren realized the intruder was a man. An extremely pissed off one at that.

"Goddammit. I thought this stupid fucking room was empty," the man kept gasping between words, "but I guess not." Eren heard the man slowly walk to the center of his room, and then heard a scoff.

"What are you doing h-here?" Eren coughed out. He could hear the man struggle to move, but kept silent about it. "A-Aren't you supposed to be in intensive care?"

He heard the man do a double take on that, because the man let out a surprised sound and the footsteps changed position. "What the hell?"

Eren felt like laughing, but held it back. "I can smell the blood. You're bleeding a lot." Eren stated bluntly. "What are you doing here?"

"None of your damn business. Jesus Christ." He heard the man sigh in annoyance. "Listen, kid. You stay quiet about this." Eren heard the footsteps make their way to the door. "You saw nothing." And with that, the man fled the room and slammed the door once more, leaving Eren incredibly confused, but also piqued with interest.

Eren fiddled with his hands before letting out a cough.

He sat there before wondering if the man made it to the Intensive Care Unit without bleeding to death.

A/N: Like I have said, I'm not a doctor. Obviously, as you can see. I don't know what this is at all, but I swear it will get better. And a lot fluffier and angstier, but I promise nobody will die. I think. Hang in there, guys. Anyway, some of you guys may know my other story Flipped also with Riren in it, but yeah this is Riren too. Anyway, my writing will get less suckier.

Also sorry for the Eruren in there, it's kinda my guilty ship, so if it's there and if it looks like I'm implying it I'm trying not to. I make things too gay between Eren and basically everybody he interacts with. So, don't mind it.

Also, lots of grammar mistakes in there (maybe, I think), and I'm sick right now, so please don't mind those either. I'll go back when I'm feeling better and take the time to redo lots of things! Anyway, please review!