Broken Hearts, Severed Limbs (Levi x OC x Erwin)

|45| Pain

Trigger Warnings: Forced Abortion (yes, I'm writing some dark shit)

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The door snapped open and people barged in. Nathalie’s body tensed. No, no, no, no… not again. She didn’t want to get dragged in the torture room again. She didn’t want to go through this all over. Her fingers clenched around Erwin’s shirt, clinging onto the only person who could save her. The only person who could keep her safe. Her eyes widened as she met his own. His own eyes widened too. His hands tightened around her. He didn’t want to let go of her either.

“Erwin!” She cried out as the soldiers of the Interior Squad tore her away from him and forced them both back on their feet.

No. She realised, she wasn’t scared about getting tortured. She was scared about Erwin getting hanged. Her body still ached. Her wounds were still open but the bleeding had stopped. Every move that she made was to her disadvantage, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care the least. She couldn’t let them kill him. She couldn’t lose this man. She didn’t know why, but… No… Erwin’s my Commander. He’s important. She tried to fight against her guards as the others dragged Erwin back on his feet, and led him out of the cell. No matter the pain, she fought against the guards that were keeping her restrained. She groaned in pain and frustration.

“NO! Erwin!”

Erwin fought against his own guards, just to approach her. He caught her chin between his fingers. His hands, still tied in front of him, but he gave her a reassuring smile. He pressed a kiss on her forehead that caught her by surprise but strengthened her somehow.

“Everything’s going to be okay… we’ll make it out of here, Nathalie… you’ll make it out of here… I promise-”

“Get moving!” The soldiers kicked him hard in the stomach and Erwin coughed harshly. His whole body folded in pain. Nathalie hated so much watching him in pain, but there was nothing that she could do. She felt useless.

A tear slipped down her cheek as she watched Erwin being dragged out of the cell. No… so, so useless. Before she even knew it, they had dropped her limb body back on the floor and they started punching and kicking. Most kicks landed on her belly, as if on purpose. It brought excruciating pain in her abdomen. Nathalie screamed. Her hands tried to shield her belly, but they kicked her hands away.

Tears streamed down her cheeks. Why were they doing this?! They hadn’t even asked any questions. What were they trying to achieve by putting her in pain like that? She was lying in a pool of her own blood before she even knew it. The pain in her abdomen, immense. Fingers clutched around the bruised flesh of her lower belly. Her blood, running out and soaking her pants and the floor beneath her. It wasn’t supposed to be so much. The pain wasn’t supposed to be so much either.

“I think we killed it,” One of the guards said to the other. Nathalie couldn’t move. She couldn’t begin to think what they were talking about. I think we killed it. She was pregnant, wasn’t she? The vomiting, the dizziness. She had thought of the possibilities of being pregnant, but she never got the time to check it out. She didn’t want to believe it.

And just like that the pain started to subside, replaced by emotional pain instead. Worse than the physical. Far worse. She had been carrying Levi’s child all along. They hadn’t been careful. They didn’t want to be. Or at least, she thought as much. She didn’t even try to start crying. Nathalie laughed. She laughed like she hadn’t laughed before. A combination of blood and saliva slipped down her lips as she pressed her hands on the floor trying to force her body to stand up, ignoring the blood that covered her waist down. The iron taste of blood had been in her mouth all night.