Over Dramatic (Eren x Dying!Reader)DRABBLE

It was so cold.

Too cold.

Your eyes were becoming close to shutting themselves completely and someone was touching you. From the firm and steady yet gentle and caring grip, it just had to be Eren.

“Eren…” You mumbled out. Poor Eren had to suffer through all of this. He was wearing a mask and through your squinted eyes, you could see he had moved it to say something to you. Everything was too foggy and maybe he hadn’t even spoken a single word.

It got a little warmer.

Just a little.

Something soft was wrapped around you. It was a great contrast to the hard surface Eren had laid you on while in his frustration. Your face felt like it was falling off. Could faces feel this numb?

He shook your motionless and heavy body. Feeling like dead weight underneath of such a strong man made tears wanna come out, or maybe it was just the emotions of the situation that made you feel that way.

“H-Hey,” He shuddered and then sniffled. Oh God, you thought, how badly am I hurting him right now?

“It’ll be okay.” His lips moved, mouth forming words that could not be heard through the mist of what was happening. He wrapped another warm item around your quivering body, a blanket most likely or it might have been the jacket he was just wearing.

It was hot.

Too hot.

Pressure built up, under your eyes, in your nose, your stomach. The senses of your weak body were going into overdrive and everything hurt. You tried to speak, but since when had your voice left you. Nothing but a squeak came out and even you could hear it through the haziness of all of this.

Eren lifted you off the bed. He was scared, you could tell. He always showed off his emotions.

Something was building up, you could feel it in your stomach.

“Sorry,” Once more, no sound came out of your quivering mouth but anyway, he had seen it. Before he could even respond, he fell to the ground because of your hand. You leaned away from him as he merely looked on in horror…

And vomited.

“No!” He cried, “I just washed the floor an hour ago!” Eren shot off the floor and laid you back down on your bed. He took away what was indeed a soft and fuzzy blanket and reapplied a washcloth to your sweating forehead.

“I said sorry,”  You squeaked.

Eren hated taking care of you when you were sick. Your brain goes to mush and you couldn’t even think to puke in the trash can not even a foot away from the bed.

“Whatever,” He grumbled and left the room to get some cleaning supplies.

Laying back down, exhaustion overcame your body and you weren’t entirely sure if that whole exchange just happened.

Either way, you rolled over and finally shut your eyes.