[Eren closes his eyes. His hands are still tense, pressing his shirt firmly against the wound on Aubrey's abdomen; but is thoughts are of...
[Home. Shiganshina. His mother, cooking. Him, with a blanket around his shoulders, seated on the bench by the window, young and half-asleep. His father was a doctor; his bag sits on the table, waiting for him to return home. It's a safe place. An untouchable thing.
[Why...is he thinking of that now?
[The dark corridor walls collapse around them, leaving pitch black rubble in their place. Eren, now watching, witnesses it dissolve into steam like a rotting titan. The fog clears. They're in a room - a soldiers' barracks, but empty. In the center, where Aubrey now lies, still gripping Eren, there's a structure draped in blankets, a barracks-worth of pillows piled under the canopy. Aubrey is bleeding on them. Grisha's doctor's bag is at Eren's side.
[He takes a moment to check Aubrey's bleeding. It's slowed enough that he can take some of the pressure off - the bandages will do the rest. He opens Grisha's bag and removes a small bottle of antiseptic.]
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[Home. Shiganshina. His mother, cooking. Him, with a blanket around his shoulders, seated on the bench by the window, young and half-asleep. His father was a doctor; his bag sits on the table, waiting for him to return home. It's a safe place. An untouchable thing.
[Why...is he thinking of that now?
[The dark corridor walls collapse around them, leaving pitch black rubble in their place. Eren, now watching, witnesses it dissolve into steam like a rotting titan. The fog clears. They're in a room - a soldiers' barracks, but empty. In the center, where Aubrey now lies, still gripping Eren, there's a structure draped in blankets, a barracks-worth of pillows piled under the canopy. Aubrey is bleeding on them. Grisha's doctor's bag is at Eren's side.
[He takes a moment to check Aubrey's bleeding. It's slowed enough that he can take some of the pressure off - the bandages will do the rest. He opens Grisha's bag and removes a small bottle of antiseptic.]
I'm going to dress your wound now.
This will sting.
[And he pours a small dash of it on the wound.]