[Eren reaches out to catch her before her face can hit the floor. The touch is uncharacteristically gentle. There's a practical reason, of course. He now knows that she has an open, bleeding wound, and on the abdomen no less. He needs to handle her carefully, or the bleeding will get worse, and fast.]

Aubrey. [His voice isn't loud, but it's firm, commanding attention. There's not an ounce of agitation to it, however. He's deadly calm, and more mild than Aubrey's probably ever seen him. Too bad she's not really in a state to appreciate that right now.]

Listen to me. I'm going to lie you on your back. Bend your knees and keep your feet flat on the floor.

[And he does this, gently lifting lifting her in such a way that he can ease her onto her back.]

Bend your knees, Aubrey. You can do it.

[If she's not able to get her legs up on her own, he'll move them himself - again, gentle. Next, he removes his coat, then his shirt. He moves her hands away from the wound, lifts her shirt up so the laceration is clear. He balls up his shirt and presses it against the wound with one hand, using the other to cover Aubrey's with his jacket, to keep her from going into shock.]

I'm going to apply pressure. It's going to hurt.

Stay calm. You'll be alright.

[Just as if he were talking to Conny, or Sasha, or any one of his comrades in the Survey Corps. It's a state that he shifts into without even thinking.

[There comes the slow, firm pressure on Aubrey's abdomen. He waits for the inevitable reaction.]