I woke up this morning to find a prompt in my askbox, and that made me extremelly happy of course! But before I can write it, I need to watch something first so I know exactly what I'm writing about.

This one is just an idea I had earlier today; written in past tense, and maybe that's why I'm hesitant to post it.

But anyways, chinarai is my tumblr so go there and send me all of your prompts and ideas!

Enjoy! xx

III. Silence

The news had reached him through a very agitated and much disoriented Moblit, who had all but burst into the meeting room without a single knock on the door. Levi was glad at the interruption, for he now could stretch his arms, but also slightly annoyed that the man felt the need to be so loud and so dramatic. The corporal thought nothing of it, though, and beside him Hange was already gently chiding him for interrupting the meeting in such a rude way until she realized her assistant's wide brown eyes weren't focused on her, but on the shorter figure to her right instead.

Levi met his gaze with a rather bored one, a single dark eyebrow slightly arched up, and it wasn't until the man started talking that it dawned on him that Moblit was the one responsible for instructing his team as they trained. He shot up from his seat, the assistant took a reflexive step back and finished delivering the report, and the room went still as his last words hung in the air.

"She fainted during the training, mid-air. No one knows what happened."

The meeting was put on-hold, and Levi was followed to the infirmary wing by his two friends and the assistant. He wasn't surprised to see the rest of the team waiting outside her door, minus Eren and Armin of course, who were obviously inside by her bedside. Sasha was close to hyperventilating, but had her other teammates helping her breathe properly. "Springer." The shorter guy turned towards their leader and hurriedly approached him, giving the older man a clumsy salute with his left hand. Levi decided to say nothing of it, for now. "What the hell happened out there?"

Sasha's breath hitched and she nearly choked on air, and soon she was lead away by the blonde girl of the group, Connie watching after them worriedly. He was brought back to the present when his superior cleared his throat, and quickly blurted out, "We don't really know, Corporal."

Jean piped in when he realized his friend wouldn't say much else. "She seemed fine, went through the warm up without any difficulty, then halfway through training she went limp and flew straight into Historia."

"She called for me when she realized Mikasa was unconscious." Moblit explained, voice still shaky. "She's so lucky Historia was there." Indeed, she was. Flying at top speed among branches and very high in the air too; had the blonde not been there, Mikasa would have certainly been seriously injured, and could have even fallen to her death.

With a nod, Levi ordered the boys to help Sasha, and Hange shooed Moblit away after reassuring the guy that the corporal wouldn't ask for his head for what happened; the assistant seemed beyond relieved and only scurried away after requesting that he knew of the girl's condition as soon as the medics were done examining her. The three higher ups, now left alone in the chilly hallway, turned to face the door of the infirmary room, and the commander pushed it open after the other man made no effort to do so himself.

The sight that met them was less than appealing. Mikasa was hunched over the side of her bed as she emptied her stomach's content, Armin holding back the longer strands of her dark hair and Eren holding a metal bucket in his hands. Her hands gripped the sheets tightly and sweat dribbled down her temples and rosy cheeks, and she spat out one last time before collapsing on her side. The green eyed titan shifter put the bucket as far away as possible as his friend turned the girl to lie on her back, then gently tucked her in and brushed away her damp fringe from her forehead.

Hange and Erwin approached the bed, leaving a frowning Levi by the door. "What did they say?" The older woman asked after noticing the girl's unfocused eyes and much paler skin.

"Mild fever and this is the third time she vomited." Armin dabbed a wet handkerchief on her parted and slightly chapped lips, then pressed two fingers to the pulse on her neck. "They took a sample of her blood; said the results would be out soon."

Levi dragged his gaze away from Mikasa's emotionless face and focused on the blonde boy instead. How they had grown; it seemed like two days ago they were only fifteen, and now this boy was mastering the arts of medicine and had become an official strategist just two years ago, and the trio carried the weight of living for twenty three years in this cursed world. His eyes shifted to Eren, who stood still and felt powerless in this situation, much like he felt. Levi didn't blame him; they weren't born to heal other humans, only to slay titans and hope they didn't get killed or devoured while doing so. And sure, seeing the strongest one of the 104th Squad, as well as his adoptive sister, bedridden for an unknown cause made him feel utterly and completely lost.

Mikasa blinked and her eyes seemed to be in focus again. She looked at the faces around her bed and then around the room, found Levi standing there and held eye contact until Eren called for her, and she turned towards his voice like she always had. "I'm okay," she assured him with a weak smile. "Help me up."

"Just be quiet, Ackerman!" The titan shifter halted, one hand holding hers and whilst the other pressed against the space between her shoulder blades, and curious eyes turned to the corporal as he finally approached the bed with a furious glare. Damn brat, grey met grey until one of them averted away, always trying to look strong.

In an uncharacteristic gesture, she lowered her head and allowed her shoulders to drop, instead of glaring at him like they had expected. Armin sucked in a breath between his teeth; she was too tired to even argue with the man.

Eren squeezed her shoulder comfortingly and moved away when the medic entered the room wearing a frown on his lightly wrinkled face. "Doctor?" Erwin inquired as the man rubbed the bridge of his nose, and soon he let out a sigh.

"There's no easier way to say it," his hand sneaked inside the pocket of his lab coat and retrieved a folded paper sheet. "She's pregnant."

For the second time that day, the room went still.

Armin and Hange were the first to unfreeze. The latter took the paper and inspected it with the blonde, one pretending to be reading, the other barely keeping his composure in check. Erwin urged the medic to keep speaking and explaining, to fill the room with something that wasn't tension. "Around four months, we believe. She's fine and the baby is safe." Mikasa didn't dare look up from the thin sheets to meet an incredulous green eyed gaze. "She could have lost it. It's a miracle that she didn't already, actually, given the circumstances."

Eren ran a trembling hand through his hair and turned away from her, even more at a loss of what to say or do than he was before. It was completely unexpected, never had he thought she would have children of her own, it was hard to even imagine her settling down. Erwin patted him on the back as he made his way to a stool across the room, then turned to the doctor and spoke to him in a hushed tone. Levi remained by her bedside, back turned to them and eyes boring into the back of her lowered head.

Hange found her voice somewhere in her throat and spoke softly, "Did you know about it, Mikasa?"

The soldier remained silent, and knowing her it could only mean yes.

The scientist inhaled through her nose and let the young man beside her speak next. "Were you planning on telling us?"

No, her silence said; she had never dreamed of telling them until the last minute or until she could no longer hide it.

It was Eren's turn to ask, and he did so, elbows on his knees and deeply hunched forward, forcing air into his lungs and already trying to find ways to help her through it. "Do you know who the father is?"

No one could decipher the silence she gave them as answer, and they never saw how Levi's fingers entwined with hers.