[ there was no time to make an entire run back to his car, considering the distance he had trekked from the start of the patrol to actually running a second time from a second monster in the fog. with arion home safe, eren had to make a choice: run the risk of sprinting double the time needed to get on wheels, avoid more fog— or run half the time and double the chances of titan still being alive when he got there. it was in the same area, it wasn’t far.
eren makes the choice and runs, his partner strapped to him the way the uniform allows in time of emergency. he’s done what he can of first aid, and eren keeps checking titan’s mouth for color. pale, heavy and desperate breathing— he ignores the gashes on his own arms, flesh, deep and bleeding for titan, who’s worse. much worse. adrenaline allows him to lift the extra eighty pounds as trained to, and by the time he gets to the parking lot, he’s drenched in sweat, uniform profusely bloody. some of it is his, but most is titan’s, weak, but still conscious.
in a huffing rush, despite how much his legs and back seem to burn, he pays no attention to it. he didn’t care. he bolts a final sprint to the main door and bangs on it desperately until it opened. be home be home be home please be home— ]
Come on—!
[ the dog is whimpering through his breaths, his chest doing so much work to inflate that eren pauses only to begin unstrapping him. he didn’t know what else to do if not bring him here, he didn’t. ]
when your hand slips in your sleep at 1am
eren makes the choice and runs, his partner strapped to him the way the uniform allows in time of emergency. he’s done what he can of first aid, and eren keeps checking titan’s mouth for color. pale, heavy and desperate breathing— he ignores the gashes on his own arms, flesh, deep and bleeding for titan, who’s worse. much worse. adrenaline allows him to lift the extra eighty pounds as trained to, and by the time he gets to the parking lot, he’s drenched in sweat, uniform profusely bloody. some of it is his, but most is titan’s, weak, but still conscious.
in a huffing rush, despite how much his legs and back seem to burn, he pays no attention to it. he didn’t care. he bolts a final sprint to the main door and bangs on it desperately until it opened. be home be home be home please be home— ]
Come on—!
[ the dog is whimpering through his breaths, his chest doing so much work to inflate that eren pauses only to begin unstrapping him. he didn’t know what else to do if not bring him here, he didn’t. ]