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Chapter 21

     A week later, Eren was limping around, every step he would take would make his teeth clench and he would hold his stomach tight. It was horrible, Petra was always on one side of him, and Krista, Sasha, or Mikasa, on his other.
     But the pain was horrible, the gut wrenching agony, his wounds were slowly healing, taking possible months before he could even be in commission.
     But now most people knew about his old wounds. Mikasa had been the only one, but now every person in the 104th did, and that was his business. His wounds. His life. Not theirs. And it hurt that they knew. That they knew what his father did.
     Krista choked back tears when she saw the large slash across his chest, and the burn on his left torso. His body was destroyed. What should have been a well toned, normal human body, was now a mine field of expirements and torture. It was horrible.
     Sasha had the same thought about it. The way one of the slashes cork screwed around his whole body. What the hell did Grisha do? This was horrible. He did it to a child. An innocent child. If Grisha were alive then she would have done what he had done to his own son. That she knew.
     But his recovery was going slowly, but surely. Instead of falling down when he got to his bedroom door, he fell down at the bathroom door. His body was still wrapped in gause all over. But what annoyed him was that EVERY step he took, Petra was there. Or Krista was there. Or Sasha was there. It was irritating.
      "Eren," Sasha sighed as she ran over to his crumpled form on the flor in the hall, she helped him .
      "What?" He asked sluggishly.
      "Nap time," her tone suddenly changed, and she dragged him to the bedroom. They both napped the whole Saturday morning away.
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      "Are you okay?" Krista asked. She sat in the wooden seat next to his bed, a cold rag over his head as they tried to break the fever.
     "I think so," he replied as he rolled his torso to the edge of the bed and threw up into it.
     "I hope so," she stood up, removed the rag, and felt his head the the back of her hand.
     "I think my body is just fighting a bug I have right now," his voice slightly slurred from exhaustion.
     "You're probably right," her voice still filled with worry. She kissed his forehead and sat back down after putting the rag back on his head after soaking it again.
      She sat there for hours, he fell asleep and stayed that way for a while.
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     6 months later
  

       Eren Jeager zipped through the trees of the forest near the HQ. He had started training again a month ago, his wounds completely healed and his body ready. But his muscles had atrophied terribly. So now here he was, trying to get his strength up, skipping the day off to train. Others thought he was a lunatic, but some understood.
      Mikasa had talked until she was blue in the face to make him rest, but he denied as he had been putting his gear on.
     

     "Please Eren, don't train today," she begged him, holding onto his shoulders as he slipped his battle jacket on.
     "I will be okay Mikasa," he said softly as he shrugged her off.
      "You need to rest," her scarf vcovering her face, Eren knew what that meant all to well. He pulled her close.
      "Mikasa," he pushed her scarf down, seeing her red cheeks and dark frown.
      "I'll be fine, I need to regain my strength, I'll take off tomorrow with you, okay?" He asked her. She leaned in even closer.
      "Promise?" She stuttered out, hope in her chocopate brown eyes.
      "I promise," he laughed out.
      And so he left the HQ to go train. He was the dawn to dusk, returning to the bunk he shared with Jean after he took a shower. Sleep quickly took his aching body away, and slept until morning.

     He woke the next morning to Jean stomping through the quarters. Other guys complained and threw pillows at him, he laughed as the Horsefaced kid walked back to his bunk, blocking himself from the pillows being thrown. They had certainly started off the day off well...

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      Sorry this chapter is extremely short. I am suffering writer's block. I have the main plot lined out. I am just terrible with imagery. I take ideas too though! I LOVE reviews people. LOVE THEM!!!!!!!!
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