Posting the first one early since I posted it on tumblr early since the tag got a lot of hate this morning. Here's where I will be posting all seven of the prompts though! ^^ I'll do one a day, and maybe keep it updated with drabbles if I write them. But for now its just for the week. I hope you enjoy! :D
November 9th – Scarf
Setting: Right after Chapter 50 when they get back to the Wall
Notes: I have no idea if the change in Eren is going to be this dramatic and this visible, but a girl can hope. Also, there is a lot of Brot3 in almost all my stories here. While they focus on Eren and Mikasa, I also don't think Armin is ever far behind. Plus boy sees right through them so its super fun to write.
The medic bay was far too cramped; more than it ever should have been. Eren could barely squeeze by the people bustling around the area but after getting back in behind the safety of Wall Rose the local medical team got their hands on their wounded and took them away for immediate treatment before anyone could get transported to a better location.
Eren pushed his way through the people. He knew they were busy helping his comrades who needed it, but he had to get through. They had done a quick look over of him and decided he didn't need immediate action. They had told him to wait outside till they were done treating the people who did need it, but Eren wasn't having it.
His eyes scanned over the people laying down, the ones being treated. Jean was laying nearby, still unconscious but breathing. Commander Smith had one arm over his face as they worked on clearing the infection in the arm he had lost. Eren couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at seeing them, and the others but he still kept looking for that bright splash of red against all the browns and whites in the room.
He had carried Mikasa out of that hell and made sure she was safe on his horse with him. When they had finally reached the wall, Eren took her back in his arms to make sure she could get help for her legs. What he hadn't counted on were the medical workers taking her from him and telling him to stay put until they were done.
Like hell he was staying put. Did they know what they had just lost? Did they know what he had almost lost? If they thought she was getting anywhere out of his sight they had another thing coming to them.
"I don't think you are supposed to be in here!" one of the medical workers called out after him, but he kept worming through the people hard at work. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw it. That silly scarf she wore at all times. Eren had never really got why she did that, he had thought maybe she was just always cold. But after today, he understood. It meant much more than just a piece of fabric to her.
He fell to his knees next to her mat, his hands reaching for her arm. "Is everything okay?" his eyes locked with hers before looking down at the now disgruntled workers examining her.
Mikasa looked up at him with that surprised look he knew too well.
"I'm fine, they say it's just one broken bone in my left leg ad a fracture in the other," she pushed herself up to her elbows.
"I wouldn't call not being able to walk is 'fine'."
"It's better than the alternative." Her scarf was covering her mouth, but Eren could still see her face darken ever so slightly. She had thought they were going to die, but even then she had kept Eren on the right track. He wasn't even sure she could see how much strength she always gave him.
Eren reached his hand out to twist his fingers around the fray of her red scarf. He could still remember the day he had given it to her; he didn't think he would ever forget. And clearly neither would she. Eren didn't know what he had meant when he wrapped it around her. He just wanted her to feel warm, to feel safe, but he had no idea when he passed it to her those feelings would extend so far. He looked up to meet her eyes. And so deep.
"And I'm going to keep it that way."
He rubbed the thick fabric between his fingers. They had been bound the moment Eren stepped inside that room. Mikasa had always known it, but Eren, he was only just beginning to realize it.
She merely nodded in response. He could see a small smile tugging at her lips. She always understood him better than anyone, as much as he used to hate to admit it.
"Alright, Miss Ackerman," the medical worker stood up to his feet looking over the secure wraps that were now on her legs. "We are going to have to carry you out and get you to a real bed to bind your legs properly. Are you ready?"
"I got her," he said dismissing the worker as he dipped his head under Mikasa's arm, his own arms getting ready to pick her up.
Eren could feel the disapproving glares at the back of his head. "I don't think that's such a great idea. Why don't you let us take care of it. We can make sure she doesn't get hurt worse in travel."
"Yeah," he carefully lifted her off the mat. She was all muscle but still weighed as light as a feather to him. Just like when they were kids. "And so can I."
He didn't wait for a response; he just walked by them and towards the front of the building. He could feel Mikasa's grip on his shirt, her arm tight around his neck as her eyes locked onto his face.
"Don't look at me like that," he muttered, realizing his actions were much gentler than they had been with her in a long time. After all he had put her through, it was no wonder she was surprised.
He could feel his cheeks heating up as she continued to watch him, as well as the other members of their team.
"You don't have to do this, Eren. It's really okay. I'm okay."
"Yeah I know that. But I want to." More heat rose to his cheeks. "Just let me take care of you for once."
Mikasa dropped her gaze, but Eren could still see the red tint across her own cheeks. That didn't help his own.
Armin was standing off to the side near their horses. His face looked up from the ground suddenly making Eren assume he saw them coming towards him. His face was worried at first, but his lips quickly twitched into that smug smile of his.
"Shut up, Armin," Eren carefully helped Mikasa onto his horse once more while he adjusted everything to be able to lead the horse on foot. He'd be able to control the horse better that way so it was less of a bumpy ride for her. Chances are they wouldn't be taking it fast with all their wounded anyways.
"You do realize your face is as red as her scarf, right?"
"Shut up, Armin."