Jean finished patching up and disinfecting Eren's wound. Eren thanked him before standing up.

"Do you want me to stay for a little while or should I call Marco and have him pick me up?" Jean asked.

"You probably have things to do today," Eren said, "and besides I have a painting to get back to," he smiled.

"Okay, well call me if you need anything," Jean insisted before pulling out his phone to text his boyfriend.

"Your hand," Eren said as he seen the already purpling bruise had turned slightly blackish. He noticed that Jean's hand was shaking and he could already see the swelling. 

"Yeah, I hit him pretty hard," Jean said looking at it, "I see this as a sign of victory," Jean said. "The worse my hand is the more I disfigured his face," he said with a smile. "That asshole deserves so much more than just a punch to the face and a few missing teeth though," Jean said wishing he would have hit him a few more times.

"But it looks broken," Eren said a little concerned.

"No big deal I've had worse," Jean said with a shrug.

Eren just nodded. He remembered how beaten Jean used to get during high school as he constantly picking fights with anyone who looked at him. Maybe that's why Marco decided to become a doctor since he was already patching up Jean every day he might as well do it professionally. Eren's thoughts had drifted to earlier he was secretly wishing he was strong enough to fight through his fear and take a swing as well. It might have made him feel better to finally give the man what he deserved. Jean had swung for him, he knew that Jean swung as hard as he did not just to knock the man off of him, but to hurt him as much as he could to get back at him for hurting his friend.

Jean called Marco and asked him for a lift and after a slight explanation he hung up. "Marco's on his way," Jean said giving Eren a heads up. 

Eren nodded and told Jean he better have Marco look at his hand the second they get home.

"Don't worry I will," Jean said as he watched Eren head into the kitchen.

Eren had grabbed an ice pack and wrapped a towel around it and handed it to Jean. "Put this on it," he ordered.

Jean didn't bother to fight his demand anything that would make the throbbing in his hand subside he was down to try.

Eren remembered what happened in the line of the store and he mumbled out an embarrassed "thank you."

"What for?" Jean asked.

"For what you did in the line. It really helped," Eren said looking up at his friend.

Jean smiled and set the ice pack down before patting Eren's head with his good hand, "what are friends for?"

Eren nodded and before they knew it there was a honk in front of their house.

"Marco's here," Jean said as they made their way to the front door.

Eren walked him out to the car and sent him home with a bag of ice since he refused to take the ice pack.

When they opened the car door Marco immediately noticed Jean's hand and started yelling. "Jean what did you do to your hand," he said.

"Gave you something to practiced with," Jean laughed nervously, "I hope they already taught you how to fix a broken hand," he said.

Marco sighed before Eren got his attention.

"Sorry about that, it's kinda my fault," he said. "Jean will probably explain everything later," Eren said with a guilty smile.

"Alright, but you got Armin's supplies," Marco said more as a question.

"Right here," Jean said lifting up a bag that was sitting behind the bag of ice.

"Good, he's just about losing his mind over this project," Marco explained, "apparently is worth a good deal of his grade."

"Bye guys, tell Armin I say hi, and good luck," Eren said before waving as they drove away.

Eren made his way back in the house. He sighed and grabbed the bags that were sitting on the counter. He headed towards the stairs before looking back realizing he left his phone on the counter. He walked back to pick it up he hesitated before doing so, 'should I call Levi? He should be on break right about now?' Eren thought.

He shook his head picking the phone up and putting it straight into his pocket before heading back up the stairs. When he got upstairs he set up everything and got his supplies ready and changed his clothes.

He was about to pick up a brush when he heard his phone buzz. When he checked it there was a text from Levi on it. He read the pop-up message on his lock screen, 'Hope you're taking it easy, call me if you need anything I love you,' it had said. Eren scoffed at the message and silence his phone without opening it.

Eren couldn't help but feel the tears prick at his eyes. "Love he says, does he even know the meaning of the word?" Eren said before sitting on the floor.

He just kept remembering what he and Mikasa talked about back in the hospital room, "relationship are poison," he whispered to himself. "They all end in the worst ways," Eren mumbled before wiping away his tears.

He had made up his mind. He was going to call Erwin and ask him if he could take tomorrow off. He decided that he would start packing his bags tomorrow while Levi was at work. He would paint over the wall and leave as Levi slept. He would go to a hotel for the next few days and then he'd give Jean a call and ask him if he could stay at their apartment on the pull out couch until he found a place. Over the weekend he would call Erwin and give him his letter of resignation.

He stood up and took a breath. He didn't want to think about that now he just wanted to finish the painting he was working on.

He picked up his brush and he started up where he left off. He started to paint the canvas he finished up the main piece after almost two hours of straight work. He took a little break before deciding to work on the background.

While he was on break he pulled out his phone to see if he had gotten any notifications. When he clicked on his phone he was met with several unread messages from Levi and a few missed calls. Eren sighed and put the phone down deciding he would deal with that later.

He picked his brush back up and began on the background of the picture fixing up any mistake he noticed as he went along. When he finished he decided to check the time. It was midway through last period right about now.

He sighed knowing that Levi was going to come straight home to make sure he was okay.

He changed back to his normal clothes and opened the window in the studio to make sure the paint fumes didn't overpower the room. He grabbed his phone and left making sure the door was closed so the house didn't smell of fresh paint. He washed the paint off of his hands and face before flopping down on the bed.

He had taken a picture of the painting when he opened it on his phone he couldn't help but tear up. The paintings were all of his current emotions on the canvas.

The painting was a pair of hands that were desperately trying to hold onto their heart and shield it as another pair had tugged at it and began ripping it. The heart was almost completely ripped apart as the intruder's hands had greedily tugged at it with their nails ripping through the delicate flesh-puncturing, it as it did. There was blood flowing down the person's wrists where the heart had dripped and the intruder's hands were covered in the crimson red liquid.

Eren put his phone down and wiped his tears. He decided he couldn't take the painting with him that it would hurt too much. It would be one of the few things he left behind to explain to Levi that he knew what he had been up to and the reason he had left. He curled up in a ball and eventually closed his eyes from the exhaustion of his own thoughts.