Eren sneezed for what felt like the hundredth time that day. The sniffling of his nose was annoying. His throat had also turned harsh, every swallow aching. Picking up a tissue, he blew into it until he was sure his nose was clear before dropping it onto his mountain of tissues piled high on the floor.
"Need anything?" Armin asked. He sat in a chair by the room's corner, a book in hand. He and Mikasa were taking shifts, one watching him while the other cooked soup.
"No."
"Okay, just let me know if that changes. I'm worried about you."