Once again I wake up to Dr Hanji looming over me and a throbbing in my head. My entire body aches and it feels as though I've been run over by a herd of stampeding elephants. "How long have I been out?" I can't help but groan.

"Only fifteen minutes," I hear a gruff voice state. Levi… shit... "I believe you owe two angels an apology," he sniffs. Oh god, the angels.

I groan again as I sit up slowly, my head pounding like bongo drums during a festival. I open my eyes - When did I close them? - and look around for the two angels. The female was lying on a bed two beds over from mine, with a bandage over her temples and an ugly bruise on the right side of her face. Her soft brown eyes are trained on me, a hint of fear in them, and she lies quite rigid. The male is sitting in the chair next to her, his face stony but his eyes also have that fearful gleam. I notice that he is holding her hand in both of his own, and I feel even worse.

I hang my head and take a few deep breaths before I make eye contact with both of them for just a split second. "I'm sorry, for everything. For provoking you, for hurting you. I- I am so sorry," I state truthfully. They had done nothing to earn the pain I caused them. Yes, they did provoke me, but I didn't need to act on it. I hang my head again, in utter shame.

"It's okay," the females' voice says softly. "I'm sorry for underestimating you and for thinking you beneath us. You are completely correct, Captain Levi did choose you and now I understand why,"

My head snaps up as the male angel stutters at her, Levi looking at me with a raised eyebrow while Dr Hanji looks between the two of us. I blush slightly.

"Is the brat all right enough to leave?"

"Only if you promise to feed him, the blow to the head only helped his passing out along. Levi, I'm serious, he may eat less than most of us but he needs to eat,"

"Then I'll feed him. Anything else?"

"Eren, you need to put this cream on your face every twelve hours or so. That means when you wake up in the mornings and before you go to sleep at night, okay?"

I simply nod my head and climb from the bed. I take the cream container from her and thank her for it. Levi turns and walks out the door, guess the only thing I can do is follow.

We walk back to our room in silence, me just a little behind him with my head down. "When are you going to stop following me like a giant puppy and walk next to me? Because from what I saw in the café, you deserve to walk next to me," Levi states, his head turned back and looking at me from the corner of his eye.

"Wait, you saw what happened?" I hurry forward, my arm almost brushing his shoulder.

"Of course I saw what happened, you little shithead, I've been watching for the most of the day. Though I don't appreciate you telling my team about what happened last night," he deadpans as he faces forward again.

"So you heard us talk?"

"I did,"

"And you heard me provoke the angels?"

"Yes,"

"And you heard the little remark about you choosing me?"

He stops walking and turns to face me, his body ridged and his face stern. "What makes you think I chose you?"

I look him in the eye, as if trying to gauge the depth of his question. "Well, firstly you saved my life. Like I understand that you were just paying off a debt, bringing me here to receive the treatment that I did. But then you made me your household member. From what I gathered when General Pixis spoke, I could easily have stayed on in a dorm room of sorts, but you didn't allow that. And then you have your team train me. So you must have chosen me for something, because you don't come across as the sort of person to invest so much in a person for no reason," I find that I look away halfway through my explanation and bring my hand to my head, and wince.

"By the way, who hit me and with what?"

"You make a valid argument," he states and then turns to walk off.

"Hey, wait up!" I jog after him.

"And to answer your question, I owe Christa a new spatula,"

"What? How does that answer my question?"

He sighs. "Petra hit you over the head with Christa's stainless steel spatula; it broke against your thick skull. Hence I owe her a new one. It's a good thing you are so hard headed, otherwise that blow would have knocked you brains out,"

I stare at him for moment. We had stopped walking as he spoke, but now he walks off again.

"Wait, was that supposed to be a joke?"

He says nothing as I chase after him again.

For a short guy he walks too damn fast.

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