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I stared at the woman in front of me, her blonde hair falling around her shoulders. She wore the clothing of a Survey Corps medic, and she was so sweet and kind it made me sick.

My eyes were lowered, and I didn't want to look up as she said, "(y/n), honey. Look up." She said, her honey-sweet voice sounding fake to me. "(y/n). I need you to look up." She repeated. Her hand gently touched my cheek and she guided my eyes up to her, her smile soft. "That's better." She said, her white teeth brandished as she smiled.

My body shuddered and she clicked her tongue, her hand falling from my cheek. "Why don't you rest a little while? I know the group from 104 are having trouble after what happened a few months ago." She said, reached out to a table that held different medical things.

My back went rigid at the memory of the fight against the titans; the blood, the bodies after, and most, the pain. A shiver ran down my spine as I felt the stitches and scaring skin on my chest pull. The bandages didn't help much, and I wished that I had died out there.

"They shouldn't have let you join the Survey Corps so soon after getting and injury like this." The medic said. Her warm smiled appeared when she turned around, holding a syringe in one hand. "Just something to help you sleep."

My head spun as pain filled my chest, feeling like a flaming hand pounding on the inside of my ribs. My eyes fluttered and I clutched the sheets of the bed, the breath being sucked from my lungs as I fell unconscious.

After a restless sleep filled with images of titans ripping apart soldiers, then looking down and seeing I was a ravaged piece of meat, I woke up. I felt as if something had crushed my head and torn my torso to pieces. I sat up, looking around and seeing that I was in my room. I had been given a single bed one because of my injury, and I was thankful for the solitude. I didn't like being around people that much.

I moved my legs to the edge of the bed with a sigh of pain as my chest burned. I moved to the small closet and reached in and found my clothes. I gritted my teeth for the upcoming pain and pulled my white pants over my hips.

I squeezed my eyes shut and gasped. "I hate this." I said, my voice rough and scratchy. I sighed and pulled my shirt over my head and exchanged it for the one I wore under my Survey Corps jacket. I was proud of the brown leather embroidered with two wings. I looked at the neat mess of my straps and sighed, my head starting to pound. This wasn't going to be fun.

When I had finished with the straps, finally, I walked out of my room, seeing no one in the halls. I took in a breath and walked through the stone hallways, hearing faint breathing behind the doors and the sounds of people waking up. I made it to the mess hall, a sheen of sweat on my forehead.

I pushed the door open and saw no one else sitting at the many wooden tables arranged in the room. The pretty nameless medic from before would look at me bad for pushing myself. At this point, I didn't care.

I went and took a small piece of bread from the opening that lead from the kitchen.

"Hey, girl." A voice said through the opening, and I jumped a little.

"Yes?" I said with my sandpaper voice.

The man who had spoken leaned against the counter space where the food was laid. His flower-dusted apron was tight as he looked me up and down. "You're the one who came in hurt, eh?" he said. I nodded, my eyes going down. I looked back up at him as he shuffled around for a moment. He came back with a sweet-looking roll. He reached up and handed it to me. "I only make these for the officers and what-not, but it can be our secret." He said, smiling.

I took the warm roll in my hand, setting the other bread back down. I looked at it's perfect fluffy dough spiraling inward. "Th-thank you." I said.

He shooed me away. "Eat it before anyone else gets here." He said.

I nodded and walked to a table in the corner of the big room. I sat down and took a bite of the bun, feeling sweet warmth go through me. I smiled as I chewed it, then took another bite. I hadn't eaten anything this rich since when I was a little girl.

My father had bought me a bun almost identical to this one when I was maybe six, and it had been the last happy thing in my life from then on. I clenched my hands as I finished the roll, feeling my fingers shaking.

The mess hall doors slammed open and I looked up as people came in, chatting and the ones about my age pushing each other around. I shrank closer into my corner as they got their food and started taking seats around the hall. Luckily, no one came to my table.

But my luck didn't last. A group of three, two guys and a girl, walked to my table, or I had come to think of it as my table, and sat down. One of the boys, who I recognized as Eren, had food piled high on his plate. The other boy, a blonde named Armin, and the tall, black haired girl, named Mikasa, had more reasonable portions.

They were talking, mostly Eren, and I tried to become unnoticeable in my corner. But the blonde Armin had seen me.

"Hey," he said, the smaller boy smiling at me. "Your name is (y/n), right?" he asked. I nodded, not meeting any of their eyes. I could feel them looking me over, their stares feeling like ice.

"You were the one who showed up injured?" Eren asked, sounding nicer than I thought he would.

I nodded again. "Yeah." I said, my rough voice weak.

Mikasa's almost emotionless face looked worried as she looked at my face. "How are you doing?" she asked.

Was I supposed to spill my guts to these people? I was supposed to trust them, but I didn't want to talk to them; I enjoyed being alone. I straightened, the stitches on my chest pulling and aching. "I'm fine." I said.

They seemed a little surprised by the coldness in my voice and stared at me longer.

Just trust them! I screamed to myself. Talk to them! They're only human. They won't bite. I tried to smile at them, the pain over my aching wounds making it hard to. "I'm sorry." I said. I looked down. "I just..."

Mikasa reached a hand forward and gently touched my shoulder. I was surprised at her gentleness, considering the way she had brought people to the ground or to the infirmary in training when we were cadets. "Tell us if you need anything, (y/n)." she said, her grey eyes warm.

I nodded, returning my gaze to my hands in my lap. "Thanks." I said.

"New soldiers!" a loud masculine voice said, his words ringing over the mess hall. All of the people around my age looked up, some of the older scouts not interested.

A man with blonde hair and huge eyebrows was standing at the end of the hall. "Today you will be training in hand-to-hand combat with Captain Levi." He said. There was a grumble around the hall and all of the younger people stood, including the three around me.

Armin looked down at me, gesturing for me to come. "Come on, (y/n)." he said.

Eren cracked his knuckles, grinning. "I can finally beat the shit out of Jean again... finally." He whispered the last word, an almost evil laugh coming from his lips.

The blood had drained from my face, the thought of doing anything more active than walking making my stomach feel empty. Armin was looking at me, worried, and Mikasa and Eren joined him. "(y/n)?" Armin asked.

I jumped a little, rising. "Coming." I said. I followed him and the rest of the 104th to the small field made for training the new cadets. We got in a line, maybe eleven or twelve of us. I was between Erin and Mikasa, and noticed they were both taller than me. I realized that I was shorter than most of the taller teenagers. I sighed, feeling small.

A short and lean, yet still muscular man, walked down the line in front of us. "Most of you already know me." The man said, stopping and looking at all of us. I felt cold on my neck as his eyes lingered on mine longer than the others. "If you don't, Brats," he said, looking directly at me, "My name is Captain Levi."

I had already known who he was, mans strongest soldier, all that. I knew he wouldn't care that I was injured, and would probably push me harder because of it. I wiped my hands on my pants and looked at the ground. I hated this already. The titans were bad enough, I would know, but now I had to deal with angry midgets.

Levi made a "tch" sound, and jutted his chin at us. "There's about twelve of you. Pare off and start fighting." He said.

People moved off into groups, and I found myself alone. I sighed. Maybe no one would notice me-

"Hey!" a boys voice said, a hand landing on my shoulder. A jolt went through me and I turned around to see a boy that I remembered as Jean. I knew Eren had wanted to fight him, but I saw him off with another boy, already fighting.

Jean grinned, his horse face mean. "Come on. Let's fight!" he said. He came at me and I braced myself, hating all of it. I wasn't the best at the physical part of hand-to-hand, and I was screwed, especially with the state I was in.

He ran at me and I dodged, holding my stomach as a stitch of pain started. I gasped as he landed a punch on my stomach, my hand doing little to shield the attack. I gasped and coughed as my stomach burned. He landed another punch on my shoulder, hitting one row of stitches and making me hiss in pain. I stumbled back as his punch threw my balance off.

"I thought you would be stronger!" He said, laughing a bit. I breathed heavily and held y fists up to block his next attack, but I knew I was toast. He came at me and his knuckles met the bottom part of my shattered ribs.

Tears formed in my eyes and I fell to the ground, landing in a sitting position with my hands on my ribs, fire dancing through them. Jean was looking down at me, a look of disappointment on his face. "I thought by choosing the new girl I would get some awesome fight. But I went not even half as bad as I do on Erin and you folded almost instantly." He said.

He raised his fist to punch me again, and I wondered at the logic of hand-to-hand combat. I squeezed my eyes shut and awaited his punch. I was going straight back to the infirmary, and I knew my body was going to ache for a while.

"Stop." A voice said, and Jean's fist stopped inches from my face. I opened my eyes slowly and looked up at the Levi looking down at me, his cold features seeming to have the hint of disgust as he flicked his eyes to Jean.

Jean straightened, everyone who had been fighting staring. Jean huffed and tried to act cool while Levi walked to me and bent down. Everyone whispered and came a little closer.

"Are you okay?" Levi asked, the faintest hint of worry behind his eyes.

I looked down at myself and saw blood leaking through the bandages on my chest and onto my crisp white shirt. A thin layer of crimson lay on my hand, and I realized I shouldn't have even left my room it I was this hurt.

I held a hand to my stomach and tried to take a breath, my screaming ribs sending pain down my chest. I felt my features twitch with pain and I looked down, shaking my head. "No..." I said, feeling embarrassed.

"I'll take you to the medic." He said. I reached his arms under me and I felt myself being lifted from the ground. A blush crept over my cheeks and I looked down. Pain was sill running through my body, my ribs hurting like hell.

There was a rings around us, and it parted as the shorter, black haired man carried me towards the Survey Corps HQ. He stopped before going out of earshot of the ground and looked back. "Someone beat the crap out of Jean please?" he said, his not amused expression clear.