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There's something not unlike fear in the medic's voice when he speaks, layered by sadness. It doesn't surprise Jean that it's there, though.
After all, one of Humanity's Strongest is the one dying. Jean sighs softly, the noise faint. There's a faint pain radiating down the right side of his chest and around his back, but it's not enough that he can't ignore it.
The medic frets over the commander for a few more minutes, muttering things such as "if you'd come in earlier. we could have done something," with a distressed sort of expression. Jean waves off the attention and pushes himself unsteadily to his feet.
"Is that all I need to know?"
"If you stayed, maybe we could help you-"
"There's no keeping a soldier off his feet, you know that. I have important things to do; I should get going."
The first thing he does is make sure to send someone to bring Mikasa and Armin to him. They needed to know; they would take over for him, of course. He settled himself down in his office, giving the ache in his body a bit of his attention until there was a knock to his office door and footsteps stepping inside.
"Good, you came. I need to talk to you."