(A/N)

I'm so sorry this is late! I just started school and haven't been feeling very good lately.

Plus my nice little beta reader was a little slow *coughs* xD
Beta Reader: BCat13

((X TRIGGER WARNINGS X))
Blood, Self-Harm, Yaoi, Teacher x Student, Lemons, Smut in later chapters, Throwing up.

Please enjoy and review if you like it~ ^^

The stall door opened completely and Eren didn't dare open his eyes to look up at the man who was most likely looking down at him with a disgusted face, his steel eyes piercing his very soul. Poor Eren however did when he heard the teacher huff in annoyance. He was right, the teacher was disgusted to say the least; actually, Eren was positive that once he felt better the teacher would make him clean the whole mess with a toothbrush. Not a pleasant thought when your stomach is having a party down there. And so Eren was once more trying to throw up something he knew would never come.

'Shit, this isn't good… I need to say something!' He thought desperately, leaning back against the stall's cool walls, which felt great against his feverish skin. His green eyes looked up at the teacher half opened as his mind scrambled to make a coherent sentence. He opened his mouth slightly to talk, but instead he started to cough and leaned forward towards the toilet bowl again. Only now did he feel something wet and heavy run down his thigh. Scared of what he may find, but somewhat already knowing, he placed a hand on it. He looked down and saw what he feared would happen; lots of red. Any other time he would have gratefully accepted the thick liquid, but now he was digging his own grave; not to forget his teacher was still watching him dry heave and try to stop his now bleeding thigh. Can his luck not happen for once?

"Oi, brat. Look at me, can you hear me?" The man said and looked down at him. Apparently not, and Eren just nodded, seeing as he couldn't really talk. He hoped his teacher would understand his lack of speech and just move on to another question.

"Can't talk, huh? Whatever, we have to get you cleaned up. Can you stand up?" He asked, sighing deeply. Eren tried slowly, leaning heavily against the stall's wall. But as expected, fell right back down, his injuring leg hurting way too much, a sweet and blissful pain... he would have taken any moment but now.

'I can barely keep my eyes open, and my legs are giving up under me, how the hell will I be able to stand, even less leave?'

Eren was breathing heavily, almost panting, with half-closed eyes. He tried to stand up again, but he couldn't get a hold of himself, way too gone in pain and sickness. The man watched from his spot at the tired and sick teen, then sighed heavily when he realized Eren could not stand. He walked to the now alarmed teen and picked him up carefully, carrying him to the cranes and sitting him down on the counter. For a small man and a teacher, he sure was strong. Stronger then what Eren expected. He then watched the men shuffle back to flush the used toilet, cleaning the blood away the best he could.

It was then Eren's cell phone began to ring and he searched for it through his clothes, but it wasn't in his hoodie pocket anymore. He looked up to finally find the loud and obnoxious object in his teacher's hands. He looked up slowly and took it, nodding his thanks before he answered, placing the phone to his ear.

"Mm..?" he mumbled, his throat ached horribly. It was a wonder he could make any sounds at all.

"I'm here, are you okay?" It was Mikasa. The poor girl immediately knew something was wrong and was ready to run over and save her brother's ass. Her voice had gained back a concerned and soft tone. Such a brave woman he had by his side, such a lucky boy he was. He sighed through his nose, thinking of an answer while trying to make his voice come back. When Eren was about to answer his worried sister, his phone disappeared out of his hand, snatched away by none other then his very own teacher.

'H-Huh?! What?' He looked to Mr. Ackerman who was placing the phone to his ear and opening his mouth to talk, making panic rise in his chest.

"What are you-" he tried to talk, though it was feeble and weak, and he started coughing before being able to say a whole sentence. He covered his mouth, hoping he would not dry heave again and that Mikasa would not hear him.

2This is Eren's teacher speaking. Yes. No. Eren isn't feeling very good at the moment and I'm pretty sure he wouldn't like to sit in a car right now. Yes. I'll drive him home when he's feeling better if that's okay for both you and Eren." Mr. Ackerman said, looking at Eren who shook his head vigorously, wanting to go home as soon as possible to treat his bleeding leg. It had left trails on the counter. And the floor, as well as his teacher's clothes. Oh, he was in so much trouble. He cringed slightly.

"Well, if Eren says it's okay." Eren can hear the woman at the other side of the line say in the deafening silence of the school bathroom.

"Great then, he's nodding his head like crazy." The teacher said and smirked smugly at Eren who gasped at the teacher.

'What the hell?! I just want to go home!'

Mr. Ackerman gave back his phone and turned his hands back to the sink, cleaning his hands of the sweat and blood that had gotten on them when he had carried Eren before. At that moment, the young man knew; he was in deep trouble, deeper then he ever was before.