A/N: Okay, so, I started writing this first chapter a few months ago, but I never got around to finishing it. I decided to finish it last night… just because, so here you go. I don't know yet if I want to continue this, that's up to you guys. Sooo, let me know what you think and if you want me to continue this story. Enjoy!

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Eren groaned and removed one hand from the steering wheel, fishing his cellphone out of his pocket and pressing 'End Call.' After pressing the off button on the phone, the brunette slipped it back into his jeans. He knew that he needed to focus on getting back to his apartment since it was already dark outside.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

"Damn it!" He growled, once again pulling out the buzzing little device, this time, answering to his pestering older sister.

"Mikasa can't it wait? I'm busy."

"No it can not wait Eren! I haven't talked to you in almost a full week and this is the only time I'm off from work!"

Eren let out a deep sigh, trying to make sure to focus on the road and keep his sister conversationally satisfied at the same time.

"All right, what do you wanna talk about then?"

"Ugh where do I begin? Oh yeah! That Jean guy asked me out again. You know, the guy with the horse face. I might have actually considered saying yes if he wasn't so desperate. I mean, desperation isn't exactly an attractive thing you know-"

Mikasa's ranting was cut off when Eren's cell accidently stumbled out of his hand, falling between the center console and the driver's seat. He let out yet another irritated groan, reaching his hand down into the cramped space.

"Shit, it's really deep down there… Damn it where is-"

Eren's voice hitched in his throat when he suddenly felt his body violently jolt forward. All he could hear was the distinct sound of glass shattering and tires screeching.

Wh-What the hell just happened? Eren thought to himself as his eyes fluttered open. A sharp pain shot through his collarbone. There was a harsh bruise there from where the seatbelt had dug into him during the collision. Once Eren began comprehending what was going on, he pushed his car door open, sighing in relief when he was confident that his legs were still fully functional, although they were a bit stiff. His mouth gaped at the sight in front of him. The hood of his silver Honda Civic was absolutely crushed, and his windshield had been shattered. But the damage done to his car was not nearly as bad as the other victim of the accident. Eren panicked for a moment before darting over to the overturned black Sedan.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

Eren fell to his hands and knees, his eyes frantically searching for the driver of the demolished vehicle. Within seconds he found a man, covered in scrapes cuts and blood. Tears began streaming down Eren's cheeks from the intense trauma he was suffering, but he ignored it and reached his arm into the broken window of the car, unbuckling the man's seatbelt. He immediately caught the falling body and attempted to tug him out of the wreck, releasing a breath he didn't know he was holding after he freed the man. Eren could only use one arm, his other one was throbbing with pain. The bone of his elbow was actually sticking out from the wound, but Eren was too overwhelmed with adrenaline to notice.

The man who he had pulled out had a large gash along the bridge of his nose and one on his forehead. One of his eyes was swollen shut and his lip appeared to be cut open. He had a similar bruise as Eren on his collarbone, most likely from his seatbelt, and there were shards of glass adorning his bloody face. Eren pressed his ear against the man's chest, shuddering out a sigh of relief when he heard a steady heartbeat. He remembered that his own cell phone had been lost right before the incident so he reached his hand down to feel around the man's pocket, pulling out a now cracked phone.

The brunette was once again relieved when he unlocked the man's phone without the need for a passcode. He shakily pressed the phone to his ear, wincing when the pain from each of his injuries was becoming more intense. I guess the adrenalin had been blocking out the pain, until now at least.

"911 What's your emergency?"

"T-T-There was a c-car accident…" Eren looked up the street sign, "n-near the intersection of S-Sina Boulevard and Rose Avenue," He whimpered, his words burning in his throat as he tried keeping his tears to a minimum.

"I think I'm f-fine, but I hit this guy and he's unconscious, a-and he has a lot of injuries. He looks like he lost a lot of b-blood. I-It's all my fault! I wasn't looking! It's my fault!" Eren began sobbing into the phone, supporting the unconscious man with his good arm. He just prayed that this man would come out alive. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he cost someone their life.

"Listen to me, just calm down. It's called a car accident for a reason, okay? I'm sure that he will be fine. An ambulance is on its way and I'm going to need you to calm down. Just breathe hun." The friendly voice on the other end helped Eren calm down a bit. He wiped the tears from his face and took a deep breathe as instructed, his anxiety easing a bit when he heard the sound of sirens nearing.

"Th-Thank you mam, I-I think the ambulance is getting close. Thank y-you again."

"No problem hun."

Eren sighed and put the phone back into the man's now bloody slacks, turning his head to see the bright lights of the ambulance sirens rounding the corner. Eren looked down at the man, seeing two gray eyes starting hazily back at him. Their eyes stayed locked on each other for what seemed like forever until the brunette began to feel hazy. There was a flash of white and he blacked out just before the vehicle arrived.

Eren's eyes reopened and he shot up in what he realized to be a hospital bed, wincing at the sudden sharp pain shooting through his left arm. A young nurse peeked her head in and entered the small room, shutting the door behind her. The woman had shoulder length strawberry-blonde hair and a short stature. Her lips were set in a friendly smile as she approached Eren's bed, a medical chart in her hand. Eren gazed to his left and saw a sleeping Mikasa passed out in one of the two chairs. He smiled weakly and looked back at the nurse, who was currently fiddling around with his IV bag.

"I'm glad to see your awake, Mr. Jaeger. My name is Petra. I'm one of the nurses here at Trost Medical Center."

"Is he okay?" The brunette blurted suddenly, referring to the man he had crashed into. The nurse looked at the young man with a confused expression before nodding her head in realization.

"Who? Oh, yes. You mean Mr. Ackerman? I'm sorry but if you are not family, I'm afraid I cannot provide you with the details."

Petra frowned in pity when she saw the disappointed look on the younger man's face. He looked up at her with those gleaming green eyes and she sighed, giving in to his puppy-dog pout. She leaned in closely and hugged the clipboard to her chest.

"I'll make a small exception for you dear. His name is Levi Ackerman. All I can tell you is that his vitals are stable, but he has slipped into a comatose state. We do not know when or if he will awake, but his physical wounds are not too severe. He has a fractured collarbone, a minor neck sprain from the whiplash, a broken ankle, a concussion, and several gashes on his body. But, not to worry dear, he will easily recover from these wounds in time. The main issue is his brain. We still don't know the extend of his brain damage but-"

"Ms. Ral?"

"You didn't hear it from me," She whispered to Eren. The nurse stood up straight and hustled toward the tall doctor by the door.

"I was just changing his IV. Excuse me doctor." She nervously smiled at the man and turned back to Eren once she was standing at a good distance from the open door. She placed a finger against her lips and Eren chuckled lightly, nodding his head toward her.

"Hello Mr. Jaeger I am your doctor, Dr. Erwin Smith."

Eren shifted his focus back to the other man, greeting him politely. He turned his head when he heard a shifting noise coming from one of the chairs. Mikasa was waking up. The girl's eyes shot open and she darted to Eren's side, weeping uncontrollably. She hooked onto Eren's well arm and buried her face against her injured brother.

"Oh Eren! You're alive!"

Eren rolled his eyes and rubbed his sister's back soothingly as she wet his shoulder with her tears. Within seconds her sobbing ceased and she sat up straight, her relieved expressions turning into a scowl.

"You moron! You need to be more careful when you're on the road! You nearly got yourself killed you idiot!"

Eren quirked an eyebrow at Mikasa's sudden change in attitude and chuckled, grabbing a few tissues and handing them to her.

"I know I know I'm sorry. I promise I'll be more careful," He reassured as Mikasa dried her eyes and cheeks.

Eren turned back to his doctor, who had an amused expression on his face, most likely from Mikasa's brief moment of hysteria. He walked over to the other side of Eren's bed, flipping through some of the pages on his chart.

"Anyways, Mr. Jaeger, about your condition. As you might have noticed, your injuries are minimal. Besides the several scrapes and bruises, there was no severe trauma done to your brain besides a small concussion. The only reason we may need you here for another week or so is because of your arm. It has been broken in two places and we have put a cast on it for now. You are scheduled for surgery in about two weeks and you will be in the hospital during your recovery. But besides that, you are a very lucky young man."

Eren smiled at the good news but it quickly faded when his mind wandered to the man he had hit. That man's injuries were obviously far worse than his own. Guilt began flooding his mind.

The accident was my fault. Why did I have to be so careless? I should've been the one who was badly injured, not him.

"Mr. Jaeger? Are you all right?" Eren was dragged out of his thoughts and he glanced back up at the concerned doctor.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine. Thank you Dr. Smith."

With that, the man smiled and exited the room, encouraging Mikasa to come with him since visiting hours were over. After a bit of a struggle, both the doctor and Mikasa were gone. Within a few minutes, Eren found himself growing tired again. He let his eyelids bat a few times before closing, but his rest was cut short by an obnoxiously loud holler from the main hallway.

"Eren Yaeger? The guy who crashed into our comatose patient? Oooh! Where is he I wanna meet him! Which room is he in?"

Eren sat up in his bed when he heard quick footsteps heading his direction.

"Which room? This one?"

The hollering was right outside his door, and the loud voice soon came with a face when Eren saw his door being flung open. In the frame stood a very tall woman who appeared to be a doctor based on her attire. Her brown hair was messily tied back into a ponytail and her animated expression was adorned with a pair of glasses.

"Eren Yaeger!"

Eren scooted back a bit, still not sure whether this woman was here to talk to him or to kill him.

"Y-Yes?"

"Is it true that you crashed your car into the car of a Mr. Levi Ackerman, resulting in his current comatose state?" She questioned excitedly, her face inching closer to Eren's. Said man looked away uncomfortably, scooting back a bit.

"Um… yeah. T-There was an accident." He peeked at the woman's nametag and read: Dr. Hanji Zoe. The enthusiastic woman sat down on the edge of Eren's bed and lifted up the chart that she had in her hand.

"An accident you say? And what would you say would be the cause for said accident? Were you intoxicated? Were you distracted? Did you see something interesting? Tell me Eren, tell me what you saw!"

Eren just gaped at her, at a loss for words. He stuttered a bit and sighed when the door opened and he saw Petra standing there, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Hanji! Stop harassing our patients! We talked about this already!" She scolded, receiving a groan from the brunette haired woman in return. Said woman stood from her place on Eren's bed and strode toward the door, stopping at the frame.

"I will be back for more questioning!" She assured, grinning widely and practically skipping back down the hallway. Petra pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed, glancing back up at the still slightly stunned patient.

"Sorry about her… she's one of our doctor's here. She is absolutely amazing at what she does, but some would say that her methods are a bit… eccentric, to say the least," the nurse stated.

"Eccentric. Yeah, sounds about right," He said with a chuckle. The nurse laughed and waved goodbye to the young man. "I'll let you get some rest now dear, I'll be back in a few hours to change your IV again." Eren smiled and leaned back onto the slightly uncomfortable hospital bed, sighing and shutting his eyes.

Eren awoke the next morning and let out a very unmanly shriek of terror. Staring back at him through slightly fogged glasses was Dr. Hanji Zoe, her face merely inches from Eren's.

"Good morning doll face!" She greeted a bit too loudly. Eren groaned a "good morning," and plopped back down onto his pillow.

"What am I doing here again? Ah yes! More questions!"

Eren sighed and shifted his gaze back to doctor. She whipped out her clipboard and retrieved the pen that was tucked behind her ear.

"If you are wondering why I am asking you so many questions, the answer is simple. Levi Ackerman is my patient, and in order to understand his condition one hundred percent, I must know as many details about the incident as possible! For the sake of medicine, for the sake of the patient, and most importantly, for the sake of science!" The doctor squealed and pressed the pen to the notepad on her clipboard, scooting closer to the tired young man.

"You're his doctor?"

"Indeed I am." Eren looked at the curious woman.

"So, do you think you can tell me what you know about him? After all, it is kind of my fault… so it would be nice to know how the guy is doing."

The doctor tapped the pen to her chin as if thinking about it and hummed quizzically.

"I'll answer all of your questions if you do-" Eren began to offer, but was cut off when Hanji's face lit up and she scooted her chair even closer to Eren, leaning into his personal space once again. She grinned and looked back, making sure nobody else was there.

"I will tell you everything I know, for the sake of science of course!" She beamed. Her hands flipped through the clipboard on her lap and stopped at a certain page. She inhaled deeply and began describing the patient of Eren's curiosity.

This woman is insane Eren thought to himself.

"Levi Ackerman. Age 31. Height 5 feet 2 inches. Weight 127 pounds. Hair color black. Eye color grey. No alive family members according to his records. Number of visitors zero-"

"Wait wait wait. No family? No visitors? So basically your saying that this guy is in a coma, and nobody is going to be there when, or if, he wakes up?!"

Hanji nodded and sighed, shaking her head a bit.

"Unfortunately that is correct."

Eren's eyes fell to the floor, but they quickly returned to Hanji as soon as an idea came to mind. He didn't think that it was right. No one should have to go through what that man was going through alone.

"D-do you… do you think that I would be allowed to visit him? I mean, I haven't seen him since the accident a few days ago and it would be nice to see how he's holding up," Eren suggested nervously, shrugging lightly. Once again, Hanji's face lit up and she darted out of the room, coming back in just as quickly as she had left, except this time, with a wheelchair. Eren examined the chair briefly and quirked his eyebrow, looking back at the grinning woman.

"That would be an excellent idea!" She said as she approached him and began removing his IV's. He cringed a little and sat up completely, stretching his sore back a bit. She wheeled the chair over to where he was on the bed as he swung his legs over the edge of the mattress.

"You know, my arm is broken, not my leg," He reminded Hanji, gesturing to the wheelchair in her grasp. She cackled, to Eren's surprise, and grabbed the brunette's hand.

"Yes, and you haven't stood up, let alone walked, in several days. You're joints are also very stiff from the trauma. Trust me, you're going to want the chair," Hanji said, easing Eren onto his feet and then onto the chair. He hissed a little at the unexpected tightness in his muscles and he sighed when he was seated.

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

The doctor wheeled Eren out of his room, pushing him down the hall and stopping in front of the door right next to his. He's right next door to me? Hanji creaked the door open carefully, wheeling the brunette into the room. Eren could feel his stomach twist when he saw the man from the accident, when he saw Levi. He gave Hanji a knowing look and with that, she quietly left the room, leaving Eren alone with Levi. The brunette wheeled himself closer so that he was at the man's bedside. He had a tube connected to his mouth and several stitched up wounds on his face. Eren shakily raised his hand, placing it over the man's.

"I-I'm so sorry, Levi. I didn't mean to hurt you. I don't know you, and you don't know me, but I still feel terrible about what I've done. You don't deserve this, I do. I shouldn't have been so careless, so stupid. I'm so sorry." Eren let out a shaky breath and squeezed the man's hand, tears threatening to fall from his burning eyes.

This poor man, he doesn't have anybody. That's so sad.

Eren inhaled deeply and brushed the black bangs away from Levi's face, letting out a sigh. Maybe I can be there for him. He deserves to have at least one person there for him.

And so that's exactly what Eren did. For the next two weeks, he visited Levi every single day. Sometimes he would read to him, or just stop by to see how he was doing. Often times he found himself just sitting in Levi's room and talking to him as if he were awake. He would sometimes rant for hours to the comatose man, wondering what it would be like to have an actual conversation with the guy. After Eren's surgery on his arm, he was in bed for a few days, but he still managed to visit Levi's room everyday. It was becoming routine. While some of the nurses found Eren's behavior toward the man endearing, one nurse in particular was worried for the young brunette.

"Eren?"

Said man stopped walking, which he could now easily do since his limbs had loosened up a bit, and he turned to face Petra.

"Yes?"

Petra walked over to him with a look of concern on her face, something that didn't quite suit her usual sunny appearance. Eren cocked his head to the side a bit, noticing the woman's look of disdain.

"I think you should stop visiting Levi. I don't want you to get attached to him." The strawberry blonde woman had her eyes fixed on the ground. She wasn't saying this out of spite or anything of the sort. She was genuinely worried about that young man whom she had grown fond of. Petra considered Eren to be one of her friends, and she didn't want to see him get hurt if something were to happen to Levi.

"Petra what are you talking about?"

The nurse sighed grabbed Eren's arm, his good arm of course, and pulled him aside, out of the busy hallway full of hustling doctors. Eren stared at the nurse with a confused look.

"He is a comatose patient. You know that obviously. Which means you also know that there is a possibility that he won't wake up, at all. His brain activity is there, but it is very minimal. The chance the he will wake up is very slim and I don't want you to get attached to someone you may never actually get to meet."

Eren furrowed his brow and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. Deep down he knew that what she was saying made sense. But his mind was telling him otherwise. He wanted to believe that he wasn't growing an attachment to this man, this man who he didn't even know, but he knew that wasn't true. He honestly was growing a bit too fond of his comatose 'friend.'

"Petra, please. I'm not going to get attached to Levi. That's ridiculous. I'm just… being supportive is all."

The nurse shot him a look that said, 'That is bullshit and you know it.' Eren just scoffed and turned his head, looking toward Levi's room. Was he really getting attached to somebody who he had never even talked to before? To a complete stranger?

"Just- Just let me be, okay?" He stammered, hastily shuffling back to Levi's hospital room. Over the past few weeks, Eren had found comfort in Levi's room. It was like his new safe place. Somewhere where he could relax and talk to someone who he was slowly starting to care for.

He entered the room and moved a chair next to Levi's bedside, sitting down with a loud sigh. Out of habit, he placed his hand on top of Levi's and intertwined their fingers. Something he started to do during every visit. The brunette looked at the older man's face and smiled tiredly. His wounds were healthy fairly quick, and Eren was growing fonder of Levi's face with each visit. It made him happy just to see that the man was healing getting better in some way.

"She doesn't know what she's talking about. I'm not getting attached to you Levi. I'm just here to support you. I mean, you don't have anybody else really, so I'm just being a good person." Even rambled, rubbing his thumb over his knuckles gently.

After about ten minutes like this, Eren rested his head against Levi's bed, growing a bit sleepy. The brunette yawned and squeezed Levi's hand gently. Eren's eyes shot open and he nearly flew out of his chair. That couldn't have been what he thought it was. No way, that's... that's impossible. Just to be sure, the now startled young man placed his hand over Levi's again, giving a firmer squeeze. His heart was beating fast in his chest and his eyes widened. That was real. That was definitely real. Levi, he… he squeezed back.

"Nurse! Doctor! I need someone quickly!" Eren yelled.

Hanji practically burst through the door, panting heavily from running.

"What is it!? What's going on Eren!?"

"It's Levi! He- He responded!"