Levi hated sharing. People were disgusting creatures, creating piles of filth wherever they went. His new roommate was neater than most, but it still wasn't clean enough.

"Captain Levi, Sir! I finished sweeping." Eren declared. Levi spared the floor a glance.

"It's absolutely filthy, brat. Clean it again." Eren saluted and restarted his chore. Levi grimaced, then picked up some dirty laundry that Eren had left out. He carried it to the hamper as quickly as he could, and walked to the bathroom sink to wash his hands.

Eren didn't notice something was wrong until after he had swept the room twice over. Levi, who had been dusting the bookshelves, wasn't there. Eren heard water running. He ran over to the bathroom.

Levi was bleeding in sink, but he didn't seem to notice. He just kept scrubbing his hands, rubbing the skin off along with the soap suds.

"Captain Levi!" Eren shouted. Levi didn't answer. His eyes were wide and unseeing. He had his teeth bared in a determined grimace.

"Captain Levi! Sir, You're hurt!"Eren cried. Dr. Smith appeared in the doorway.

"Eren, step back." Dr. Smith commanded. The boy complied. The doctor put a hand on Levi's shoulder.

"Levi, breathe. You're making a larger mess by bleeding all over the place." Levi flinched.

"Alright. Let's get some bandages on your hands. Private Jäger?"

"Sir!"

"The infirmary is down the hall, turn left, third door on the right. Bandages are kept in the top cabinet closest to the door. Bring four of them here." Eren saluted.

"Yes, Sir!"

After Levi's hands had been bandaged, he reviewed Eren's sweeping, and, to the fifteen-year-old's delight, deemed it satisfactory. Dr. Smith made clear his plan to introduce Eren to the rest of the patients saying,

"It would be better to inform everyone tomorrow morning of our newest… member."