Upon arriving at the old headquarters they recently cleaned out, they her, to which Eren and Jean ran out. "Mikasa, what happened? Who's that?" Eren panicked.

"She's been stabbed, Jaeger. She needs stitches." Levi said, his cold voice not even wavering.

"Help me get her onto the stretcher, Levi." Hanji exclaimed, propping it onto the floor. Because she was so light, Levi could pick her up bridal style with ease. Placing her onto the stretcher, Luna whimpered.

"Gotta say, this is some major pain I'm in here. You sure I'm going to live?" she smiled half-heartedly at Levi.

"You're with the best doctor in the Scouting Legion, you'll be back on your feet in no time. Now, I need you to put pressure on the wound while we take you upstairs for operating."

"Please... don't leave me again." She whispered. It broke his heart, even at a time like this, all she wanted was him close by. He nodded. While he and Eren picked up the stretcher, Hanji ran upstairs to clean down her laboratory. It had been a while she had done an internal wound fixture, it was not often that she was given a chance to operate like this, seeing as the battle field was outside of the walls and by the time they got back to headquarters they were dead or comatose.

Placing the stretcher on the table top, Hanji prepared a rag with chloroform on it. She placed it over Luna's mouth and nose. She stared blindly at Levi, terrified of what would happen next. He held her hand, and swooped over to whisper in her ear.

"I'll be here when you wake up." With that, her hand grew slack, and she was sleeping.

"Levi, I need you. Pull on some gloves. I need you to apply six drops of chloroform to the rag and apply to her face for thirty seconds every twenty minutes. Watch the clock. I need to cut her open to seal up the damages to her stomach, and clean the area. Then, we'll staple the wound shut. Ok? I need you to keep a check on her pulse too. I'll be as fast as possible." Levi nodded at his trusted friend. She pulled the equipment over to her, and started the procedure. Levi felt sick looking at the sharp blade cut through soft white skin. It made him think of when he found her.

There she was... On the ground, bleeding. He had picked her up and taken her to his small house. Farlan looked at him funny as he walked through the door. "What did you do, Levi?" he asked angrily. This girl was about five years their junior, in the region of fifteen years old.

"I did nothing. She looks like she's been beaten pretty badly. So I decided to help." He said, his face a blanket of calm. Her shoulder had become dislocated, and she had several deep lacerations on her arms and body. He cleaned the cuts and bandaged her head. When she had come around, he had asked her name. She was quiet, closing her eyes. "Where are you parents, brat?" he demanded in an emotionless voice. A silent tear slipped down her cheek. Then another, then a sniffle. More tears, then a bubble burst from her mouth. She flung her arms around him. She was sobbing relentlessly. Levi put his arms around her gingerly, not wanting to touch her as he didn't know how clean she was. "They... they're dead! A man killed them! They promised they'd be straight back!" she wailed. He patted her on the back. What could they do? Throw an innocent child into the street? Isabel had been just the same, crawled to their door without welcome. "Do you have any other relatives?" Farlan asked the girl. She shook her head, sobs wracking her small body.

"She has to stay here Farlan." Levi said. The blonde man nodded his head, and ruffled the small girl's hair.

That night, when Isabel had arrived, and started to question the girl who was now sleeping soundly, freshly washed and in an old night gown Isabel had outgrown, laying on Levi's leg on the beaten sofa they had in their front room. Farlan took her to the other room, and told her what had happened. Isabel nodded, understanding. Isabel and Farlan laid down in the small bed in the other room, and fell asleep, knowing the new girl they didn't even know the name of was safe with their leader.

Levi rolled out the battered futon on the floor, looking back at the girl, then at the small blanket he had. He could leave her on the couch, but she'd be cold. It was freezing this time of year, and she'd surely catch her death. He sighed, rolled his eyes, and then picked her up, placing her on the futon in front of him. He pulled the blanket over them both, laid his head down, and shut his eyes. All he could think of was the long blonde hair, tickling his nose currently. Then it struck him. Poking her gently, he whispered; "What's your name, brat?" he asked quietly, too tired to put on his emotionless voice.

"Hmmm... Luna. Yours?" she mumbled.

"Call me Levi."

"Levi... come back to realty! The wounds weren'textensive, nothing had been cut, just a flesh wound. So we can go ahead andstaple her and bandage her, then she'll come around soon after, probably whilewe're bandaging. Now, before she wakes up, fill me in. How do you know her?"she demanded, in a calm, yet surly voice. Levi was taken aback, Hanji, one of hisclosest friends, normally knew when he didn't want to discuss certain never really discussed the loss of Farlan and Isabel to her. Now he wouldhave to explain to Luna...

"Hanji please..." Levi begun.

"No Levi. I am your friend and I can take the cool exterior and the random outbursts of anger, but not this." She waved her hand to the patient on the table."A girl from the underground shows up, half dead, and you show more emotion inone look than you have in what... the seven years we've known each other. Whatwas she? You're girlfriend?" she demanded, concern marring her normally smoothface. Levi looked at the ground, hearing her take out the stapler. She startedstapling the wound shut, careful not to fray the edges of the wound and make iteven worse.

"No Hanji... nothing like that..." He stuttered.

"Levi I know you've had a horrible few years... I mean, Isabel and Farlan... didshe know them? Does she know they're..? You know..." she thought.

"Yes she knew them. We all lived together in that pokey, one bedroom apartmentabove the bakery."

"How did she not get caught with you three?" Hanji was finishing up the laststaple, and cleaning the wound. Not taking her eyes from the skin she wasworking miracles on.

Levi looked back... another memory.

"In the underground, old men would get drunk and pay a lot of money to sleepwith young girls like Luna. Luna, was a sickly child, which stunted her of this, she looked much younger than she really was. At sixteen, wepassed her off easily for an eleven year old. Everyone thought Farlan was herbrother, their story being they had no other way to get cash. What we did wasgive her tablets she'd slip into the man's drink, and while she was gettingready in the bathroom, he would be asleep within seconds. She'd then rob himand I'd come to get her through the window. The man would wake up and find hismoney gone, but he'd have no memory so he would come back to her several was doing this exact thing when we were taken by Erwin. Like Hell I'd lethim get his paws on Luna. She would have died, even the light would havedamaged her skin. So I told him it was just the three of us."

"Why? Wouldn't she have been just as defenceless down there as up here?" Hanjibegan bandaging the wound. Levi washed his hands. "At least if she was on thesurface, she would have-"

"Died. Just like Isabel and Farlan. All these years, I've prayed she was she had escaped that room that night, and had at least not had such a badlife, and that she'd find me one day. But not like this!" he waved his hand inher direction. She was still pale, and if it wasn't for the slight red flush onher cheeks, everyone else would have thought her to be a corpse. Hanji wassilent. She waved Levi over to help her get her to the recovery wing. She wasalone in it, as many of those injured on the battle field didn't make it her on a comfy, soft bed, Levi looked at Hanji.

"She's going to freak out over how comfy this bed is, you know. She's probablyslept on floors of thin futons all the time she's been down there." Levi shookhis head. "I'll stay with her until she wakes up." He sat on the chair next toher bed, taking her hand. "Make sure no one else asks questions, and no oneelse comes in here." When she left the room, he took hold of Luna's pale hand.