I stayed in the angel infirmary for the day; Dr Hanji mentioned something about 'observation', when in fact she performed every test you could possible think of. She drew a pint and a half of blood just to see how quickly I can recover form blood loss (probably also to see how I coped with it too, the vixen), but also because she wanted to do every blood test that ever existed.
Humans really aren't that interesting though…
She also did reflex tests, some of them ending up being quite painful. And don't even get me started on the weird tests that she wants to do on all bodily excrements.
After a particularly embarrassing swab where nothing should ever be placed in (up my nose, get your minds out the gutter) there was a polite knock on the infirmary door.
"Come in," Dr Hanji bellows out then giggles uncontrollably while staring down a microscope.
"Shitty four-eyes," Ackerman greets stoically.
"Levi!" a pretty brunette angel exclaims as she enters behind the male angel. Her wings were beautiful too, with a red tinge that caught the white light and made her feathers glow. "Don't be so rude to Zoe, you owe her one for saving your human,"
"Wait, what? 'His human'?" I ask in surprise.
"Yes, his human," she states with a nod as she strides over to me. "Hi, I'm Petra Ral, feel free to call me Petra," she smiles as she reached out her right hand.
"Nice to meet you, urm, Petra. My name is Eren, Eren Jeager," I mumble as I shake her hand. She has a pretty good grip for a girl, I mentally slap myself for thinking something so sexist.
"I brought you some clothes and shoes," she holds up a shopping bag.
"Oh, thank you-"
"Right, brat, get dressed. We have a meeting to get to and he does not like being kept waiting," Ackerman deadpans.
"Um, all right then," I say as I reach into the bag and take out the clothes. "Are you going to watch me get dressed?" I ask, since no one made a move to the door or even avert their eyes.
"Hey, don't look at me," Hanji smirks. "I've already seen what you are packing, and boy are you packing it-"
"Zoe!" Petra exclaims in shock.
"What? I'm just saying that if I were not in a committed relationship, I wouldn't mind tapping that," she states with a straight face while shrugging.
"Right then, everyone out," I say as I try to fight the heat in my face.
"But-"
"Come on, shitty glasses, you heard the brat," Ackerman says and grabs the demonette doctor before she gets any other ideas.
I change into the clothes as quickly as possible, because there is no way I want to piss off the sexy raven angel any more than he already is. I give myself a quick once over when I finished buttoning up the pale blue shirt. I don't know how that angel girl knew my size, but she got it spot on and I have to admit that I feel good in these clothes. I leave the shirt untucked, quickly tie my shoe laces and hoist the blazer over my right shoulder.
I walk over to the door and open it slightly, just barely catching the end of the angels' conversation.
"Pixis is not impressed with you, Levi," Petra mentions seriously.
"I don't live to please him," Ackerman states sounding as if he couldn't be more bored "Oi, brat, do I have to dress you now too?" he asks once he catches sight of me. He grabs my wrist and pulls me forward, then sets to work neatening me up by tucking in my shirt. He forces me into the dark blue blazer and even tries to fix my hair, which is as rebellious as ever. Eventually he gives up.
"Shit, we're late. Come on, we need to get to the Council meeting," he bites out as he pulls me along behind him. For a short guy, he is pretty difficult to keep up with.
The place we are in is really, really big and it doesn't take long for me to feel utterly lost as we move our way through the labyrinth of passages. The tasteful yellow walls look identical, so there is no way to tell if we are just going around in circles. Which would be pointless. I notice angels and humans alike as we make our way to this 'meeting'. Most of them stare at Ackerman and I as we brush passed them, no one asking for an apology when he bumps into them and he does not offer any in return.
After what feels like an eternity of walking, staircases for days and an awkward elevator ride that made me wish the titanium cords would snap and I could plummet to my untimely death, we reached these magnificent rose wood doors with golden handles.
Everything feels like some sort of dream to me, until those doors open and I see something that I won't even pretend to understand.