Summary: After a night not so restful night,they set off, with their new companions, on the road to the lab. Of course, a lot of planning has to go into an apocalypse including gathering as many supplies as they can.

Pairing: Eren/Mikasa

Rating: M (for violence and language)

Notes: dendensushicosplay finished up going over everything one last time and here's the chapter I wrote mostly at work one day when I finished our project two hours before anyone else haha. I actually like this chapter a lot, so I hope you guys do as well! I took advantage of some of the down time to hopefully give some character backgrounds in this universe (and some early eremika :3).

The Bite

Hands were everywhere. They were grabbing at Eren, pulling him, shoving him, cutting into his skin. He couldn't even move. He couldn't see any faces or even bodies, just the hands. There was a cry nearby that sent chills to his very core. He frantically tried to look but the sky was so dark how could he see anything?

He tried to call out Mikasa's name but his throat was dry, his voice long gone. He heard her cry out in the darkness again but he couldn't move, the cold hands held him firmly in place. He couldn't go to her, couldn't help her. He felt his stomach drop, bile rising to his throat. Eren tried to call for Armin, but it was no use. Deep down he knew Armin was gone too. There was no one anymore.

The darkness seemed to part for a moment, causing Eren to see a body tossed on the floor in front of him. His heart clenched. He knew that long brown hair, the broken body underneath the simple dress. He hadn't gotten to his mom in time either.

The hands started to pull him away, Eren struggling in their grasp. He could feel the warm, stale breath of mouths all around him. The hands tightened on him and he could feel the dozens of groaning mouths get closer to his skin.

Eren's eyes opened as his body snapped up in bed. His eyes were wide as he tried to catch his breath and frantically look at his surroundings; his heart was racing and he could feel the thin layer of sweat coating his body. The room was dark and unfamiliar, but the blond head of hair sleeping soundly on the other side of the bed was very familiar. It was just a dream. Armin was okay which meant Mikasa was okay too.

He threw his legs over the edge of the bed and quietly exited the guest room that had been left to him, Mikasa, and Armin. He carefully shut the door behind him and headed over to the stairs. Jean hadn't been a fan of letting them all stay in the same room but before Eren could tell him how ridiculous he was being, that they had shared rooms since they were kids, Mikasa stepped in and said she'd take first watch. Jean scowled like normal but didn't argue anymore which satisfied Eren enough.

The lights were all off, in case that kinda stuff drew Biters in, but the clock ticking on the wall as Eren walked down the stairs told him it was about 3am. He rubbed his eyes as he hit the last stairs, but the moment his eyes were closed all he could see were Biters coming at him. So that's how sleeping was gonna be now, huh.

He turned the corner to where the living room was and could already see Mikasa's dark hair, her eyes staring out the window as a rifle laid across her lap. A knot in his stomach relaxed when he saw her there.

Her head turned to look at him as he walked into the small living room. "Eren? What are you doing up?"

He plopped down on the couch, where she was leaning up against from her spot on the floor, his legs tossed up on the cushions as his back hit the armrest. "Armin's snoring again."

"It's not Armin who snores, it's you."

Eren could see her turning he head to look at him, about to give him that all knowing look she had, but he nudged her in the back with his leg before she could. "How's it looking out there?"

"Not much activity from what I can tell." Mikasa's head rolled back onto the couch, bumping into Eren's thigh. "I saw a few Biters walk by every now and then but it seems as long they don't know we're here, they don't see us."

"So sound draws their attention." Eren reached up to rub his eyes again. He was exhausted and just wanted to go back to sleep he wasn't ready to live through that again just yet.

Mikasa nodded, her head still leaning against him. "Seems like it. Probably a mix of sight and smell too. Clearly they can see and I can imagine that we smell different from them."

"Well, the most of us, though it's good to know they won't attack Jean."

Mikasa reached behind her head to hit Eren wherever she could. Unsurprisingly, she got him right in the gut.

"Okay okay," he grunted, swatting her hand away. She settled back down in front of him and he placed his hands behind his head. A silence settled down over them, one Eren was familiar with when it came to Mikasa. Despite the hell he knew was raging outside, this was almost peaceful; just a brief moment of it. Tomorrow it would be back to running though hopefully they wouldn't have to face a horde like they did today, but who even knew what the day or the next days were about to bring. Eren ran his fingers through his hair. All they could do now was just fight.

He could see Mikasa's head starting to fall to her chest before snapping back up. He waited a moment before she did it again, and nudged her head with his knee. "Alright, we're switching out." He pushed himself up and reached for the gun in her lap but she held it just out of his reach. "Go up to bed."

"I'm fine. You go back to sleep, clearly you weren't sleeping well to begin with."

Eren should have assumed he didn't need to tell her why he was awake for her to know. "Well, I'm awake now and you're falling asleep so you're getting booted. Go on." He leaned down and plucked the gun from her hands, proving that she was in fact tired since Mikasa had the best reflexes he knew. He nudged her again with his feet. "Armin's still out cold I'm sure, so you don't need to worry about waking him up."

She swatted at his feet but still pushed herself up to her feet and headed towards the staircase. Eren leaned up against the back of the couch his eyes looking towards the window when he noticed she wasn't moving. He glanced over to tell her to just get her ass in bed already but he caught her eyes, and he knew that look. Eren wasn't the one who had problems sleeping; that was Mikasa since he knew her.

"Alright," he gestured for her to come over.

Mikasa walked back before she curled her body up on the opposite side of the couch, her feet just brushing by Eren's legs. "Goodnight," she yawned, her eyes fluttering closed.

"Night." Eren held onto the gun as he watched the window closely. She had been right not much movement outside, barely any walkers that he could see. It was pretty dark out, but Eren couldn't even pick out motions. God, Mikasa must have been so bored. He looked over at her, her chest falling and rising, her feet already pushing their way into his lap. He rolled his eyes but didn't move her; she looked like she had already fallen asleep.

He wasn't all that surprised; she always fell asleep when he was around her. Her knocks on his window in the middle of the night, and her late night calls when she couldn't sleep were common on any night they weren't together. Especially as they got older and her parents decided co-ed sleepovers weren't age appropriate anymore; though Eren's mom never got mad when she'd wake him up for school only to find Mikasa curled in his bed. He knew she had nightmares still even though it had almost been seven years since the night he found her shivering and terrified in park, and for whatever reason she could sleep easier around him.

Eren never really understood what drove his nine year old self to run off from his dad on the sidewalk and take off into the large and rather dark park except that he heard a girl's cry. Even at nine it was enough to send chills down his spine, he had to help her, there wasn't another option. Mikasa was a lot smaller back then, she was so frail as she tried to squirm away from the two men who had surrounded her; one was looming over her, and the other had her hands pinned to her back, his hand over her mouth to muffle her cries. Eren would never forget what they looked like, or the rage he felt surging through his body as he ran at them.

Obviously Eren would have never managed to take them down, they were twice his size, but a boy running and shouting at them and his father chasing behind him must have scared them off enough for them to run. He fell down to his knees next to Mikasa, a girl he had never even seen before and held her while she cried, while his dad called the police. She was shivering and terrified but she just held onto him. Eren always rolled his eyes when he thought of his younger self thinking Mikasa was shivering because she was cold so he gave her his red scarf, the one she never took off again.

He glanced over at Mikasa, still sleeping soundly, her cheek pressed against her arm and her scarf poking out from under her short hair. His dad had yelled at him at putting his life in danger like that but Eren didn't care then and he still didn't. He might not ever admit it to anyone but himself, but he had gotten so used to her warm presence near him, the one that always seemed to calm him down.

Eren reached up and tugged the throw blanket that was tossed over the back of the couch; he draped it over her body before going back to looking out the window. So this was how it was gonna be now; sleepless days and sleepless nights. Eren held the gun in one hand, the other resting on Mikasa's legs. But if that's what it took to survive that's how it would be.

That's how he intended it to be at least, but by the time he felt a hand on his shoulder shaking him, Eren realized he wasn't much of a night watch himself. He was aware of the hand on his shoulder, his name being called softly; his body was against something warm, something soft. He blinked against the sunlight shining through the window as he lifted his head up. Armin was kneeling in front of the couch, his face looking amused.

"Good morning, sunshine."

Eren blinked as he looked around, his mind slowly waking up. The gun wasn't in his hand anymore, it had been discarded sometime in the night; one arm was tucked underneath him, his back to the couch, and the other was draped around Mikasa who was just stirring awake as well.

"Sleep well?"

Eren sat up trying to untangle his legs from the blanket Mikasa was still under. It was far from the first time Armin woke them up, though he was thankful it was Armin; Eren didn't think he could deal with Jean's annoying voice first thing in the morning.

"Sleep well, yes, watch well, apparently not," he yawned stretching his arms over his head.

"It's okay, no one gotten eaten so I won't tell. Since you are so nicely rested we can get an early start. I already brought your stuff down from upstairs."

Eren waved Armin off and that ridiculous grin of his but Eren realized he didn't have any more nightmares for the rest night. "So what's the plan then?" he asked leaning up against the couch.

"Shouldn't you wait for your whole team, you ass," Jean grunted as he stepped into the room from the staircase, Marco behind him, and both with bags on their backs. Guess they decided to stay put, how wonderful. Eren rolled his eyes at Jean but didn't respond; it really wasn't worth it.

"Well," Armin started, looking around to make sure Eren was going to be quiet. "We should just load up and go. We might want to stop and fill up containers of gas, maybe see if we can get some more medical supplies but other than that we need to just drive to safety."

"Wait." Marco still had a bandage around his head, his forehead scrunched together underneath it. "You mean like stealing?"

"It's not stealing if there's no one alive to pay," Eren's shrugged, turning his head to look out the window. It's not like he enjoyed the idea of going into stores and just taking what they wanted but what choice did they have now? "It looks pretty clear out; we should take advantage of that and get out."

"Grab what you need then." Armin picked up his crossbow, the keys to the SUV in his hand. "The sooner we get there the better."

Mikasa reached down to the gun Eren had dropped sometime last night and tossed it over to Jean. "Do you know how to use it?"

He looked down at the large weapon now in his hands and Eren was inclined to think no.

"I'll manage," Jean answered.

Eren pushed himself up to his feet but not before grabbing his bat from off the floor and followed Armin out the door. The warm morning hit him the moment they stepped outside; the air was fresh and clear, the neighborhood quiet. It would have seemed like a normal day, but the lack of birds singing, of the hum of electricity, the rumbling of car engines, of people was more eerie than calming.

Armin opened the driver's side door, taking his spot behind the wheel. Eren went to the walk to the passenger side door but Armin stopped him. "Someone who can maybe read a map please?"

"Really, Armin?" Eren arched an eyebrow. "You're gonna make me cram in the back?"

"I'm sorry, we don't have time to get lost." His voice was apologetic but his eyes had amusement in them. Oh, he was going to pay for this one.

"I'll do it," Marco said, coming up behind Eren. "I'm pretty good with maps."

That left Eren, Mikasa, and …Jean in the back. Oh, Armin was so going to pay for this. Eren stepped out of the way so Marco could get in and moved to open the backseat door only to see Jean already sitting on the other side, looking too smug for Eren's liking. He opened the door but stepped back.

"If you think I'm sitting between you and him you're insane." Mikasa was standing next to him, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously." Her face was firm, unrelenting; it would be useless to even try.

"Neither of you are allowed to say a thing if I push him out the door." Eren stepped in the car and slid himself in the center seat, at least that smug look was wiped off Jean's face. Mikasa took her seat next to Eren and shut the door.

Armin looked in the rearview mirror as he started to back out the driveway. "Now I know how your parents felt when they took us on long drives."

"Just go straight down this road and take a left," Marco said as he held the map up, his eyes following the route. "We should be able to stop in the next town over for gas and supplies."

Armin nodded in response to his new navigator but his eyes were already on the road.

Eren turned to Mikasa, because it was much better sight than turning towards Jean; her eyes were already looking out the window though. A few slow moving Biters could easily be seen shuffling around in a yard as they drove by and it sent a cold shiver down Eren's spine. Yeah, he had fought off a shit ton of them yesterday, but seeing them walking around first thing in the morning gave him a harsh reminder of what their world had become. He gripped his hands around the bat in between his legs.

Eren leaned back in his seat, his eyes looking out the windshield. From what he could tell the road was pretty clear, but Armin was still taking it slow. Eren flopped his head over to look out Mikasa's window. Biters were still around but not nearly as much as he expected, not nearly as much as he knew were out there. "I wonder why there's so few of them around. After what we've seen I would expect them to be everywhere."

"Maybe it has something to do with the noise," Marco said, though his eyes looked like they hadn't moved from the map at all. "It's possible some other large commotion drew them out like we drew them in."

Eren snorted. "That was just because someone was dumb enough to fire off a gun in the first place."

"It's not like we had a choice. We were going to die." Jean's tone was practically showing the scowl on his lips.

"You could've been smarter about it that's all I was saying."

"If I recall, you completely missed the first time you fired that gun."

Eren had started out just wanting to irritate Jean but Eren could feel his jaw clenching as he looked over. "I'm sorry I was too busy knocking the heads of Biters with a Goddamn bat trying to save your life."

"Well, maybe you should-"

"Jesus," Armin said much louder than anyone expected. "Can you two pretend to get along so I don't turn this car around, because I will."

Marco clasped a hand over his mouth as he tried to hide his laughter. "Turn left at the stoplight."

Eren gritted his teeth but he looked back out the windshield. They were gonna need another car or someone was getting tossed; his dad's lab never seemed as far away as it did right now. His head rolled back against the seat, his eyes staring at the ceiling. Eren supposed he shouldn't be so petty, so argumentative; they were lucky to be alive, Jean and Marco even more so. Their lives were so shaken now, so out of place that maybe Eren just wanted some kind of normality in their lives again.

Armin and Marco were talking about something in the front, while Jean and Mikasa sat in silence on either side of Eren. He hoped aside from the short pit stop they were making they could just go all the way to the lab unhindered. Once they were there they'd get some answers; his dad had to know something, there had to be something that they could do and he wanted to make sure their parents were okay. He couldn't help but glance over at Jean who had already lost his. They were more than a little lucky their parents got out when they did; Eren could only hope they made it there okay.

"There's a gas station over there," Mikasa said, knocking Eren from his thoughts.

He pulled his head up to see the oncoming and very deserted gas station.

"That's a good one," Marco said. "If I remember right there's a drug store up the street too we can stop by."

Armin pulled the SUV into the empty area, pulling up to one of the pumps. Jean was the first one out of the car, his gun in his hand as Eren followed Mikasa out of her side. He held his bat over his shoulder as he squinted against the sun. It really hadn't been that long since they got in the car, but this might be the last time they got out until they hit the lab.

"Marco, come help me get some gas cans while Armin fills up the tank," Jean nodded towards the gas station store.

Two was more than enough for one building and Eren already had enough close quarters with Jean to look forward to. "I think I'll check out the drugstore while you guys work here."

"Fire off two shots close together if you get in trouble. I know it will probably draw more out, but I'd rather know we can come and help you if you get surprised." Armin was already pumping gas into the car, his eyes drifting to the gas station to make sure they were okay too.

Firing off a gun wasn't going to do anyone any help, but he did understand what Armin was trying to say. "Alright," Eren said with a nod. "You guys come and get me if you hit trouble here."

"Okay, don't take too long if you can."

It was so quiet along the road, it was hard to get used to this level of silence. Still, he could hear Jean and Marco vaguely from where he was, and he could hear the footsteps on the pavement behind him.

"Mikasa, go back, I'll be fine."

"You shouldn't go off alone, no one should."

He turned his head to look at her; she was close behind him, her arms waving slightly at her sides, that usual determined look on her face.

"I'll be fine, I'm pretty sure I can get some band aids without getting killed."

Mikasa hesitated, looking behind her before looking back to him. "I'm a better fighter than you. Let me help."

While Eren hadn't been irritated before, he felt his jaw clenching down at her words; leave it to Mikasa it to make him feel like a child. "I'm pretty sure I've killed just as many Biters as you, so back off a little, alright? There isn't even a damn hoard around us. I'm fine, just trust me for once. Jesus." He turned back away from her, starting down the road again, his hands clutching his bat. He didn't look behind him, but he didn't hear her following anymore.

Almost instantaneously Eren felt guilty for snapping at her. He was just angry; he didn't need someone telling him he needed help all the time, that he wasn't capable of doing something on his own. He didn't need her always looking after him; he'd look after her by just doing his task. He could handle a few Biters if they were hiding, he'd handled much more in just less than 24 hours.

He still couldn't help but look back as he walked and he could see her retreating back at the gas station. Eren knew he hurt her feelings, which didn't help that sinking feeling in his stomach go away, but he'd apologize later. For now he just wanted to get supplies, and get back.

The drugstore was where Marco said it would be, just up the road. There weren't any Biters outside the building or lingering in the parking lot so that was a good sign, but it didn't mean it was safe inside. He held his bat up just in case as he walked through the automatic doors and into the building.

From the looks of it he wasn't the first person to come looking for supplies; product was all over the floors, shelves half hanging, entire fixtures toppled over. It was hard to see if any Biters were in the store through all the aisles, and the lights that had been shut off at some point but Eren grabbed a bag nearby the door and tried to find the medicine aisle. It was silent except for his footsteps against the tile floor, the occasional scrape of whatever was on the floor getting pushed away by his feet.

The medicine aisle was right next to the hair product aisle but he was pretty sure none of them needed to dye their hair anytime soon. He opened his bag and reached out to grab any kind of medicine he could get his hands on; pain reliever, muscle relaxer, fever medicine, cold medicine, antibiotics, bandages, wraps, anything he thought would be useful went in the bag.

He looked up once he reached the end of the aisle; maybe he should try and wander the store, see if there were some other usual things he could drag back. The others hadn't come for him so they must still be okay where they were. He started to walk to the back of the store looking for other small things they might need like flashlights and batteries, though he'd never admit to being a very good Boy Scout so he wasn't quite sure what he should be looking for. He reached out to grab a jug of water but it didn't really matter, because one more step and he heard the nauseating sound of a Biter's ragged breath.

Eren put the jug back as quietly as he could while his head looked up to the end of the aisle where the Biter was standing. He hadn't even heard it come up on him, but it didn't look like it had noticed him at all. Carefully Eren slid the bag handles onto his arm so both his hands could grab at the bat; he held it back above his head as he walked closer. The Biter must have gotten a whiff of him because it lunged at Eren, the bat coming right down on its head. The Biter fell backwards into the shelves, causing them to fall but also causing it to stop moving. Eren breathed a sigh of relief as he put his bat on his shoulder again. He did take it as his cue to leave though.

He went to step over the Biter to get out, but a cold hand grasped down on his shoulder, pulling him backwards and almost right onto the ground. Eren swung his bat at its head, causing the Biter behind him to release its grasp and fall to the ground. He really had to get out of here now. Eren broke out into a run through the aisles trying to maneuver his way back to the front of the store; they came from the back so the front had to still be okay, he had only been here for a few minutes.

Eren was wrong.

Wherever these Biters had come from, they were straggling up near the glass doors, coming for him. That Biter that he knocked into the shelves must've been loud enough to draw them all out from their hiding places.

Eren gripped his bat but headed right for the door; he swung at the Biters close to him until he had a path to the glass doors. He could feel them grabbing at his clothes, their breath hot near him, but Eren just kept running and hitting, breaking free of their grasp but not them. He knew they were still behind him as the sunlight hit him outside, but he had to keep running now; there was no way he could take on all of them and there was no way he was firing his gun and calling them all out of that building.

He could see the gas station nearby, the groans of the Biters still hot in his ears as the chased him up the street. Armin would see it or Mikasa who would be waiting for him, they'd see it, they'd see him getting chased. They'd come to help.

A hand grasped onto Eren's shirt nearly pulling him down, but he yanked his arm away with such force the Biter tripped on the pavement but there were more near him. He could see them out of the corner of his eye; he could feel them still trying to grab at him.

He could see his friends outside now; Armin and Mikasa already running forward, weapons in hand. Eren skidded to a halt, turning around to fight and to not let them get too close to the car. He swung his bat at the closest one, knocking it down but before he could swing at another there was a hard grasp pushing his shoulder, knocking him to his knees. Eren tried to whip around, he tried to swing his bat at the Biter above him, but he could already feel a sharp pain cut through his body, paralyzing him on the spot.

The world started to spin as he felt blood flowing down his chest; he could see the Biter above him, mouth locking onto Eren's shoulder as it tore at his skin.

"Eren!" Mikasa's voice was clear in his mind and he could vaguely see her near him, pushing the Biter off him and slicing it through with her sword. "Eren!" she cried again and he saw her leaning over him, her hand reaching out for his wound, tears on her cheeks as two hands pulled her away from him. She cried out, and kicked as she tried to get back but she was too far away from his vision now.

"Get him out of here!" someone yelled, but Eren couldn't tell who, his vision was blurring to the point that he could barely make out the sky anymore; he could barely make out light. He felt two hands grab him off the ground, but that was all, everything went black.

Eren knew he was in a car at one point, he could tell they were moving. He couldn't open his eyes to see, he couldn't even move. Everything hurt, like his body was stretching, being pulled apart at the seams.

"It's okay, Eren, it's gonna be okay." The voice was gentle but urgent; he didn't have to see to know it was Mikasa. He could feel himself pressed up against her, his upper body in her lap maybe.

"This is ridiculous, you do realize we have to kill him don't you? You guys should've done it then; it's only going to get worse!"

Eren knew he never liked Jean.

A sharp pain surged through his upper body causing him to tense up as he heard himself cry out. He felt pressure back on his shoulder, a rag maybe, a shirt; she was trying to keep him from bleeding out.

"Shh, it's gonna be okay. I promise." A warm hand on his face.

"We can't take him with us. He's going to kill us all when he changes! Don't you think I haven't seen it before? My parents died and turned in front of my eyes. Stop the car before we're trapped in the car with him! I'm telling you, it's only going to make it harder if it isn't right now!"

Eren could hear a sob near his ear.

"Jean! Stop it! You aren't helping!" Marco this time but it was getting harder to discern voices; they were fading in and out. They were still talking, but he couldn't tell who it was or what they were saying, everything was getting heavy again; at least the pain was going away.

"All of you just shut the fuck up!" Armin's voice cut through the darkness. "If it comes down to it I'll be the one to do it. Right now we need to get to safety."

Eren could feel Mikasa's hand on him, brushing his hair out of his face as she whispered words to him; he had no idea what she was saying but her voice was lulling him off again.

Light of some sort was hitting Eren's face; he felt it's warmth on him, and he could see it behind his eyes. He tried to open his eyes by it was so bright in the room it stung causing a sharp pain to go right for his head. He was in a bed now since he felt the pillow behind his head, the blankets over him. His shirt was gone probably covered in blood somewhere. He tried to move but his body felt like a giant weight. He could feel a bandage rubbing against his chin; they must have taken care of his wound.

"Armin, we can't just lock him in here and wait for him to change over. That doesn't seem right." Marco's voice was far away, maybe outside the door.

There was silence and Eren thought maybe he just wasn't hearing well, but he could hear Armin sighing. "I've got one person who's wanted to put a bullet in his head since we put him in the car, and for good reasons honestly, and one person who I had to forcibly drag away from him because she wouldn't let anyone touch him. What am I supposed to do? He's my best friend. I can't just kill him but I can't just let him live like this."

He heard Marco start to say something but what it was Eren didn't know, he was already fading back.

Eren actually felt his body this time. Yeah, he felt like he just got run over by a truck, but he could wiggle his fingers, his toes. He slowly opened his eyes, but there was no bright light to meet him, the sun had gone down already. He carefully pushed himself up in the bed, so he could sit up a little better. Surprisingly, he felt no sharp pain come from his shoulder as he moved, just the dull ache of his body overall. He sat up as much as he could but something was on the blankets pulling them almost off him. He looked over to see Mikasa's body curled up on the bed, her back near his legs.

"What are you doing," he murmured. He wanted to reach out and touch her, but he retracted his hand. He shouldn't be alive right now. He distinctly remembered being bite, he felt its teeth sink into his skin. He should've either been killed or be a Biter himself, not laying on a bed seemingly okay.

Mikasa's head lifted, her sleepy eyes looking up at him. "Eren?"

"Yeah, it's me. I promise I'm not a mindless monster about to eat you. That I know of, at least."

He wanted to ask her what the hell happened but her arms were around his neck too fast, her head buried into the side of his neck that didn't have a bandage on it. "I thought you were going to die," her voice was soft.

"I didn't, it's okay," he put a hand on her head, but he felt that familiar guilt in his stomach. His almost last words with her were awful, and she still took care of him. He didn't deserve that from her at all. "What the fuck happened, Mikasa? I…I did get bit, didn't I?"

Mikasa sat back on her knees so she could look at him. "I watched it happen. We got you out of there and brought you to a house once we out drove the Biters. We had no idea what to do, but since you didn't turn right away we just kept waiting and then…" She hesitated. "I don't know what happened but…"

"Just tell me already, please."

She didn't answer, but she leaned forward and reached for his bandage. She carefully pulled it off and tossed it aside. "We went to change the bandage for you a few hours ago and we saw that."

Eren looked over and he almost didn't believe his eyes. He remembered being bit, he remembered how it felt to feel his skin being pierced; he had to reach up with his hand and touch the perfectly smooth and unmarked skin to actually believe it. His wound was completely gone, not just healed; it looked like it was never there to begin with. His eyes widened as he felt his breath hitch in his throat.

"What the fuck?"