Yeah so sorry. This won't be good either. Ghosties said she was crying when she read back through it so strengthen yourself, because the authors are even crying. WHOOPS! Aahaha please don't hurt us.

On another note, if anyone was curious, we have all the dates of Eren's pregnancy planned out, so if you were wondering, we are at the end of the second trimester as of this chapter and the time correlates to the fourth week of April (kinda like now...omg it's almost like we planned that! *wink wink*)

Disclaimer: We do not own Attack on Titan or any of the characters belonging thusly. God, I wished I did, but look at that!-we don't.

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~Aria

-Ghosties

No one was telling him anything.

Eren didn't know how bad off his husband was, if he was going to recover, if he would have permanent damage. He didn't even know what had happened. The most he had gotten was when Hanji had first appeared telling him that Levi was indeed injured.

Meanwhile a high fever had taken him and left him feeling weak and exhausted. He could barely stay awake, let alone keep food down. But despite this sickness, Eren lacked concern for himself. Instead his lucid thoughts were consumed by his developing child and injured spouse.

Due to his sudden illness, he had been moved to a private infirmary room. Jean and Connie had been the ones to walk him there, at least until his legs had given out completely and he had relied solely on their strength.

He looked up blearily as the door to his new room opened to reveal Mikasa.

She approached the bed slowly, "How are you feeling, Eren?"

He had only seen her once since the expedition. She had an odd bruise or two on her face, no doubt results of combat. But otherwise she just looked tired, which was a bit unusual in itself. Eren blinked when she placed a gentle hand on his forehead.

"Eren?" She prodded.

"Mmm'fine," he finally answered weakly.

Her dark eyes held disapproval, "No you're not. You've got a high fever again. Have you eaten anything?"

His gaze wandered to the window, "...Can't keep anything down."

Mikasa gave a ragged sigh, "Well you need to try, for your child."

An odd sense of anger welled up in his stomach, "I've tried, Mikasa. But every bite tastes like sand, then it curdles in my stomach and comes right back up. I'm not wasting anymore food."

She was quiet for a few moments, then her knitted brow relaxed. "Eren-"

"How is Levi?"

The question caught her a bit off guard. But instead of answering, she turned her head away. She couldn't tell him, no one could - Hanji had ordered everyone into silence after having pointed out that the stress could affect him severely.

Eren's eyes found her face, "Mikasa… please. I need to know." His voice cracked with desperation, "I can't stand not knowing… I just.. Tell me if he's alive." The mere thought that his beloved spouse might be gone had his heart racing and stomach churning, but the thought that he was lying injured in bed with no one at his side was just as sickening.

His sister shook her head reluctantly, "I..I can't, Eren. I'm sorry."

"I deserve to know! Why won't anyone tell me!?" Tears sprung to his eyes. He was so tired and aggravated and.. scared. He was scared out of his mind. It was a raw and powerful fear that he hadn't felt so potently perhaps since his mother's death. It was chipping away at him slowly but surely.

His gut twisted in a disgusting way. He lurched up and bent over the side of the bed, gagging harshly over the bin that was placed there.

"Eren!" Mikasa was at his side instantly, rubbing at his back in a soothing manner.

After a few dry heaves, Eren sat back a bit. Tears still cascaded down his face with his emotional misery. "D-Dammit," he cursed weakly.

The raven haired woman felt conflicted. Withholding Levi's state of being seemed to only stress her brother out more, so perhaps he should know. She bit at her lip absently, uncertainty clear in her posture. A sudden weight falling onto her lap immediately alerted her from her thoughts.

Her heart sank as she beheld the other's form slumped against her, red flush high on his cheeks and forehead shiny with sweat. Even his breathing was a bit labored. "Eren…" she murmured, resituating him on the bed. "I'm sorry," she apologized again.

He had fallen back into his state of half consciousness.

His lids were heavy, and though he knew he was dreaming and could wake at any moment, his eyes wouldn't lift. His dreams were too sweet and reality much too strong.

Before his closed lids the ocean laid, and with it his husband, lounging on the soft white sand. The sea's waves were lapping at the shore, crystal blue, just like in all of the stories and books he'd read with Armin. Levi was safe and happy-a peaceful smile ghosting his lips as he stood by the calm waves, body strong, not bleeding, not screaming in agony or being devoured by the darkness.

No, he was safe and sound. The man lifted his head from his position on the sands, looking to him with that sweet smirk. He lifted his hand and motioned him over.

When Eren moved his legs, he didn't find them chained to the ground-they were free and light as he approached the raven haired man. He could feel the sand licking his toes, warm and soft. Levi reached his hand out, and he could feel the man's warmth as he took his hand. Every finger felt real. A sense of longing rose in his gut.

A taut pair of lips touched his own and he relaxed into the feeling, missing the touch of his lover, not caring if it was a dream or not. Any chance to be with Levi was one Eren would take. There was a soft tug on his pant leg and he looked down.

"Daddy!"

An excited breath escaped him as he took in the small child hugging his leg. In the dream, the child's appearance was vivid, but the face once he awoke was disrupted and blurry. The only thing he could remember was the image of identical teal pools looking up at him in adoration, and a squeal of joy as the child was swiped up by his father. Levi smothered the laughing child in a hug, planting a rough kiss on its head.

Everything was perfectly at peace.

Time had slowed, and it felt like hours that Eren was there, resting in Levi's arms on the misty dream shore. Their child was was snuggled in between them, sleeping peacefully.

Why couldn't real life be so calm? The sweet dream had him cringing when he snapped awake, trapped in his room on bedrest and lacking a certain Corporal by his side. A painful loneliness settled in his chest as he clutched the bedsheets.

Levi wasn't back yet. They weren't relaxing on the possibly nonexistent beach. He was alone. And Levi was injured-possibly dead.

He felt his heart sink and tears fill his eyes in fear for his lover.

Then there was a quick knock on the door before it opened. Hanji entered, appearing slightly disheveled, her shirt out of place and messy, a few spots of blood dotting her attire. He gulped-that wasn't Levi's blood was it? He opened his mouth to ask but couldn't form words through the lump in his throat. Instead he squeaked a halfhearted greeting.

"Hi, Eren. I'm just here to check how you're doing," she stated dully, coming forth and immediately checking his pulse and other vitals, no other words exchanged.

Eren eyed her suspiciously as she moved to feel his pregnant stomach. Was everyone just going to pretend that Levi hadn't been injured? Why weren't they telling him anything?!

"Where's Levi?" he interrogated.

She made no move to answer him. She merely continued to check his growth and overall health.

"Hanji. Where the fuck is he?!" he yelled, unable to stop the panic rising in his stomach at the unknown condition of his husband.

The scientist said nothing. Her hand came up to check his temperature and he smacked it away, fire burning in his bright eyes. Hanji was taken aback a moment, and withdrew, taking a stand.

"Eren, I can't-"

"Why the hell not?! He's my husband! I deserve to fucking know! Where is he?!" he shouted at her, "Is he injured? Is it bad? Is he dead?!"

"Eren, please I can't-"

"NO!"

He was hysterical now, tears rolling down his cheeks in fat drops as he fought to put force into his words instead of breaking into uncontrollable sobs. His breathing became ragged as panic rose further and further up the back of his throat, threatening to make him empty his already void stomach. Eren couldn't control himself, he couldn't breathe, he couldn't focus on anything except the harrowing absence of the person he loved the most.

"Hanji, please...I just need to know something! Please...just tell me he isn't dead...I-I-"

The dam broke and Eren's choked down sobs exploded from him, leaving him a mess of tears and snot. The scientist watched him, her heart broken, wanting to comfort the shifter but also aware that the only thing that would was her comrade's return-something which was impossible.

So instead she listened patiently to his woeful cries, staring painfully at the floor.

He settled down after about ten minutes, enough that Hanji could finish her examination in peace. Eren was staring off into the room the whole time, evident depression dulling the light in his aqua eyes as he lost himself in space. He looked dead at heart and soul. Hanji bit her lip as she stood, contemplating.

"Eren..."

The teen's bowed head barely lifted to the sound of her voice, eyes still lost in a labyrinth of sorrow and self hate.

"He's alive."

His eyes watered a bit as they made contact with hers for just a moment.

"Thank you," he murmured hoarsely, eyes falling again and hands going to cradle his head as he slumped in the bed.

As Hanji left, she could hear quiet whimpering and cries of her friend's name emanating from the closed door.

Afternote:

Well I hope that wasn't too bad. I'm kinda in the hell week program of school right now, so updating MAY get a little slow or the chapters may be shorter like this time, but hey we'll try aight?

See ya next week! Please review and tell us your thoughts: anything you have to say fuels the fiery demon in our hearts that makes us write these heartwrenching moments...so tell us how you feel!

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