It hurt, oh god it hurt so bad.
Eren lay on his side at the foot of a 14m titan that had been downed. But it had been killed to late; it had had enough time to break his back.
"Is he dead?"
"Oh god, Eren!"
"I think he's still breathing."
"Get Corporal Levi!"
He could hear all his teammates shouting frantically behind him, but he couldn't move his neck. Red clouded his vision, was he bleeding from his eyes? Eren coughed, sending excruciating pain through out his whole body. The pain was so tremendous he cried out.
"Stay with us Eren, you'll be okay. Your titan powers should be able to heal your back, though it may take a while, just as long as you stay alive."
Was that Mikasa, Armin, or was it Corporal Levi? He couldn't tell; his head was so fuzzy. Soon the world began to spin around Eren, making him sick to his stomach. He vomited on the ground.
"He's puking, that's not good after a injury like that."
Eren recognized that voice; it was clearly the voice of Levi.
"Get a stretcher, we need to get him back to base, and get him treated as best we can before his titan powers start to take affect."
Eren was still lying in the same position when some one came back with a stretcher.
"Move him gently, we don't want to cause any more damage."
Suddenly racking pain shot through Eren's body as two people lifted his body onto the stretcher. He screamed out in pain. It sounded like the cry of a wounded animal.