worry settles heavily in the pit of her guts , a soft frown appears on her face as she closes the door behind herself . no funny comments , no sign of playfulness . she didn't see what hit him either , what remained of their little encounter with the stray titans was a scratch on her cheek and bruises around her sides . quietly , she moves forward , drags a chair to sit beside him before reaching for the medical kit he's opened . all the medics were busy , their numbers didn't match the injured soldiers and she was surprised to find jean here . ❛ do you think you might have something left inside your wound ? ❜ she tears some of the gauze , pours alcohol on it to clean the blood first . her free hand curls on his shirt to pull it away from his blood stained torso – own features twisted in gentle wince . ❛ i suggest you take your shirt off . . ❜ her voice was uncharacteristically quiet , as if the mask was ripped off and it was the same girl that came from wall sina with nothing but glory on her mind . she was wrong , she learned that , but for some reason she didn't go back to her home . ❛ i– think i have some morphine left . ❜ / @kerothi
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