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Sorry to the person who originally sent this request; my ask box ate it. But I think I remember it well enough to write it still, so enjoy!
Itās a relief to have finally succeeded at the first test of the ODM gear. Eren is exhausted from both training and the resulting adrenaline crash. Heās half awake at dinner, picking lethargically at his food; itās strange that heās not that hungry, but itās probably just because heās tired. Heāll just get some sleep so he can be at his best tomorrow-after all, he needs to catch up to Mikasa and Armin. He canāt let himself fall any further behind.
Unfortunately, rest does not come easily to Eren. He sleeps restlessly, waking up every few hours with an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Come morning, heās even more exhausted than before and the uneasy feeling has grown into an all-encompassing nausea.
Still, he forces himself to choke down some food at breakfast; he needs to keep his strength up. Standing at attention is difficult with the way his stomach is cramping, but Eren somehow manages to make it through with sheer willpower.
Training is a different story. Theyāre practicing moving with the ODM gear, and all the jerking around is hell on his stomach. Heās forced to duck behind one of the storage sheds to empty his stomach midway through practice; when heās done, heās exhausted and his throat is raw, but at least the nausea has abated a little.
He throws up several more times over the course of the day, feeling more exhausted and miserable each time. Mikasa stares at him worriedly for the entirety of dinner, watching anxiously as he picks at his food.
āAre you feeling alright, Eren?ā she asks tentatively. āYou look awfully pale.ā
āIām fine,ā he snaps, grunting when the sharp words grate on his sore throat. Staying in formation afterwards is hell, and heās pretty sure that heās swaying on his feet, but he somehow avoids getting in trouble. He just needs to sleep this off, thatās all.
Sleeping doesnāt seem to help at all. If anything, Eren feels even worse when he wakes up the next morning. Still, he canāt slack at his training.
Several days pass, and Eren still doesnāt get better. Armin and Mikasa are constantly exchanging concerned looks behind his back, but Eren is much too stubborn to back down now.
The fifth day of being sick, Eren wakes up feeling like death. His head is throbbing, his eyes and mouth feel wrung out and dried out, and every muscle in his body is painfully sore. He gets dressed, movements slow and stiff, and by some miracle, manages to avoid being late to roll call.
Once again, Eren is swaying on his feet as the instructor lists off names. The pounding in his head worsens and his ears are ringing the longer he stands; cold sweat drips down his forehead and the back of his neck. Black spots have started appearing in his vision, refusing to go away no matter how many times he blinks. His vision starts to tunnel-the last thing he hears is a startled gasp from Mikasa before everything goes black.
When he wakes, unsure of how much time has passed, heās in the infirmary. He turns his head slightly to see Mikasa asleep next to him, her head and chest resting on the bed. That canāt be a very comfortable position.
As he watches, Mikasa stirs, her dark eyes fluttering open. āYouāre awake!ā
He nods in response. To his shock, her eyes are full of tears. Before he can come up with something to say, sheās lunging forward. He flinches, but opens his eyes when he feels her arms wrapping around him. Sheāsā¦ hugging him?
āYou scared me,ā Mikasa murmurs. āPlease tell me when something is wrong.ā She pulls back, looking him in the eyes. He canāt bring himself to argue when she looks so upset. āI canāt bear to lose you too.ā
He nods, and Mikasa lets out a sigh of relief. āYou should drink some water and rest. You were very sick and dehydrated.ā She presses a hand to his forehead. āAnd you still have a fever.ā
Eren is tempted to roll his eyes at her mothering. āShould you be in here?ā
āThey tried to kick me out earlier,ā she replies, her lips curling up in a slight smirk. āNow that youāre awake, Iāll go back. Get some sleep, okay?ā
He nods, and Mikasa stands up and silently makes her way out of the room. āGoodnight, Eren.ā
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