Okay, so my scream didn't shatter glass. But the angels in the café got such a fright from my sudden outburst that most knocked over their glasses or dropped their plates. Ymir was not impressed at all.

"Eren, are you okay?" soft spoken Christa asks when she reaches me.

"I- I'm fine," I manage to say before an unmanly whimper leaves my lips.

"No, you're not okay, Eren. You're bleeding," Ymir points out with a scowl.

"What?" I reach my hand round my back and slip it into my shirt. I feel something warm and slick coat my finger tips and I suddenly smell blood. My stomach coils and I collapse against a table, using both my hands to brace myself. I notice my bloody hand and I remember Annie holding my heart.

Panic washes over me as I feel the bones in my back shift again; I feel skin tearing and blood soaking my shirt. I gulp down air, sweat streaming down my face and mixing with the body fluids on my hand.

"Someone, call Hanji!"

"It's- It's okay, I can make it myself," I manage to whisper and start stumbling towards the exit. Yes, I know it is foolish of me and stupidly reckless. But you would do it too just to get out of the room full of angels who just lost their appetite because you're bleeding out from a hole in your back.

I start feeling light headed, not from blood loss but from shock, and I stick close to the walls. I know I'm leaving bloody hand prints all over the place as well as a trail of blood on the floor, but I can't find it in me to care right this second. I'll come back and clean it later; I think to myself and try to keep from hyperventilating. My tongue feels three times its normal size and it feels like I have cotton wool in my ears. My mouth is try and I struggle to swallow.

I manage to get half way up the stair case to Hanji's when my legs give in and I decide that it is a good time to take a breather. I try to catch my breath while avoid looking at my soiled hands. The metallic stench is making me delirious and I have the sudden urge to puke. The one I stave off with an iron will, the other I cannot even bother to fight, but I refuse to puke and bleed at the same time and day dreaming is so soothing.

I'm not sure how long I sat like that, but when Hanji gets to me I'm a down right mess. I don't know how Eld and Gunther got there in time to help carry me to the infirmary, but I know that I just kept apologising for causing so much trouble.

Levi is going to be so fucking pissed at the mess I made.

At one point, Hanji became so irritated with me that she injected me with something that put me out cold.

I wake up to a throbbing head ache, tightness over my chest and the smell of something mouth-watering. I try to sit up slowly, only to moan and drop back on to the mattress.

"Why does this always happen to me?"

"I don't know, brat, but I fucking hate your abusive relationship with yourself and I fucking wish you would fucking listen and let someone help you for fucks sakes,"

I turn my head to find Levi glaring at me, his feathers bristling again and his face as stony as ever. In his right hand he holds a bowel of something that smells heavenly while in his left hand his is holding a spoon. I can't help but bow my head.

"I'm sorry Levi, I just don't want to be a burden-"

Clatter! Splash!

The sound of metal and ceramic clattering again wood snaps me out of my self- loathing. But what really gets my attention is when Levi grabs my chin and tilts it up so that I can look him in the eye as he looms over me. The ravenette is shorter than I am, even when I'm lying down, so I'm not sure how he looms but he does. His eyes scorch their way into my very soul, chasing out whatever darkness has made a home there and melting away my doubts.

"Don't fucking apologise," he whispers lowly, it makes me shiver. His low voice is far more intimidating than any shouting has or could ever be. "Don't think for a fucking second that you are a burden to anyone. Instead, why don't you grow a pair and ask someone for help!"

His words take me by surprise. "But Levi-"

"No one thinks of you as a burden! They all fucking know how difficult it is to be changed, Hanji made fucking sure they knew exactly how much pain you are in and everyone admires you for making it this fucking far. So next time something happens and I'm not there, ask for some fucking help,"

His eyes lock on mine for a moment longer before he lets go and turns his back on me.

"I brought you some turnip soup. You better fucking eat all of it,"

"Yes, Levi,"

My voice is muted against his earlier words, but they shatter the tension between us because he brings the soup over from where he had slammed it into the wooden bedside table earliear and kisses my forehead before turning away again.

"Um, Levi?"

"Yes, brat?"

"Could you help me sit up to eat? Please,"

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