Requested by anon ~
Prompt: 'Open Your Eyes' & 'Fever'
"How is he doing?"
Hanji turns her head to the brave soldier who dares to visit her less-than-organised sanctuary and puts down her pen. "Which aspect are you asking? The mental or physical?"
"… Both, I guess."
Stepping his away around carefully, trying not to leave footprints on the papers lying everywhere, he took a seat beside her table. Erwin's sharp eyes scans his surrounding and saw graphs and reports and a mountain of notes written in a scrawly font; Hanji has not improved her handwriting.
Hanji sighs and removes her specs, letting gravity claim her heavy head and smack rather loudly against the wooden table top. "He has yet to open his eyes. His fever is getting worse by the day and last night, he thrashed around in his sleep while screaming for Petra at the top of his lungs. In short, he's pretty broken"
This time, it's Erwin's turn to sigh; saying the 57th expedition was a disaster is more than an understatement.
"You knew that he loved her right?"
Erwin looks up and sees Hanji's drained figure, eyes brimming with exhaustion and unshed tears, and decides that he does not want to keep up appearances anymore, not when he is alone with Hanji because fuck, he feels like shit, to put it simply.
Standing and taking a wide stride, Erwin gathers Hanji in his arms because even the strongest needs a form of anchor to keep his sanity.