Three days. It had been 3 fucking days. Three painful, long days since the Survey Corps were supposed to have returned. Of course no one mentioned this. No the nurses slowly tiptoed around the subject.

"How are you doing Miss Ral?"

"Lovely weather we're having-"

"How are things at home?" It was enough to drive her mad.

Petra let out a sigh. Usually when she was bored she would write home to Papa, but unfortunately ever since the news he had been a little distant. Subconsciously, her hand hovered over her round belly. Papa had been more supportive than she had thought he'd be when it got out she was pregnant. Still he worried over her even more than usual. It made writing him a pain. Her thoughts drift back to the date. 3 fucking days. What could be holding them up?

It's a few hours later when injured Survey Corps members are brought in, and she knows they've arrived. Quickly, she runs, looking for him. It's difficult being agile while carrying her unborn child, but Petra manages to weave through the crowd. From the sights she sees, they've lost a lot of men. Soldiers ride bathed in their own blood, while behind them a sea of drapes cover the fallen. Again, Petra hears the hiss of disapproval. Why should their money go to feeding the titans?

"Please, let him be ok, please let him be ok" She silently prays. Despite being Humanity's Strongest, he's still a fragile, fallible human. All it takes is one mistake, one slip, and you're dead.

Finally, she spots Hanji, tired but still sitting tall. Ignoring all common sense she rushes to their side, and cuts to the chase.

"Hanji, where's Levi?" Immediately their facial features soften. She's seen that look more times than she can bear. To a grieving mom about how their son won't come home, to a copper-headed girl trying to explain Mommy isn't with them anymore.

"He's alive, Pet-" She lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding. "-but he's in pretty bad condition I pumped who knows how many drugs into him just to keep him alive, but he's breathing that's all that matters." Hanji gestures to a cart a few feet away, and Petra races over there.

Levi's lies still, if it wasn't for his slowly rising chest, she'd fear the worst. Blood stains his side and his right arm is in a cast. Still, Petra's just relieved he's in one piece.

"Petra?" He groans, eyelids fluttering slowly.

"I'm here, Levi," She gently pushes back his raven locks. His moves are sluggish, but he still reaches up to trace the side of her face.

"You smell nice...not like stinky Four-Eyes or Erwin...they're not half as pretty as you are," He mutters some more, but all she can get is something about her hair being made from sunsets.

"I'm just glad your home." She brings his hand down to her stomach. His eyes shot open as he tries to lift his mind out of the drugged haze.

"I didn't..I didn't miss it?"

"No," Petra can't help but smile at the way his eyes light up. "you didn't miss it,"