“A-ah… Eren…”
Laughing hurts - really badly - and she immediately regrets doing it as she winces in pain, her face scrunching up way more than she had hoped. “I-I am fine, Eren!” she insists, though is fully aware in the midst of the lightheadedness and whatnot that that’s the last thing anyone says when they are bleeding profusely from the stomach.
But she has a good reason, if it’s considered a reason at all; she does not want to worry the younger so much. He has much of his own to deal with and she doesn’t wish to have him worry over her at a time like this.
“N-ne, could you help me up?” she requests, trying her best to keep the whimpering and the trembling in her voice down to a minimum.
"No, you're not fine!" Eren insisted and took off his coat to wrap it around the wound that kept bleeding, being careful not to leave it too thigh nor too loose. "I will take you to the base. Hanji will know what to do.." And disregarding her obvious attempts to make the situation look like less serious than it really was, Eren lifted the woman's body, an arm working as a support for her head and the other for her legs.
"The bleeding has to stop immediately." And only now he began wondering the origin of the incident. "I have seen no titans.. Who did this to you, Petra?" No, he needed to shut up and priorize her well-being. "Nevermind, you don't talk. We'll be there soon."
