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Sasha could only feel searing pain, ripping through her stomach. Her vision went bleary as she fell to the floor, the sounds of her frantic comrades around her.
Black splotches covered her surrounding, and she blinked away the tears lining around her eyes. She felt hands shaking her awake, and loud wails.
"Sasha! Sasha, wake up, please!" One voice called.
"Wake up Sasha, please!" Another one cried.
Despite the voices calling out to her, she could only fall further into unconsciousness. The taste of blood foreign on her tongue as she gurgled out a response. Words only came out as whispered, breath dry. She fell asleep.
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Ringing.
Loud ringing.
Sasha felt like going back to sleep.
But the voices kept calling to her, urgently. Sasha's body felt lighter, and she weakly opened her eyes. The lights were so bright, her sides burned. The muffled, voices that mashed together became clear with clarity.
"S-Sasha...can you hear me?!" She weakly tilted her head, seeing a black haired girl leaning over her. Splotches of wet tears fell down onto Sasha's cheeks, and she scrunched her face up.
"Mikasa.." Sasha whispered, trying to sit up. In the corner of her eyes, she could hear others crying and cheering.
"Everyone! Quiet!" Mikasa shouted much to the other girl's discomfort, and everyone settled down, hushed whispers amongst each other. She didn't mind the chatter though.
"Sasha. How are you?" The Ackerman curved her lips into a smile, the tears still falling. She quickly wiped away her tears.
Sasha eyed her stomach, thick white bandages wrapped around a wound, a red patch in the middle. She winced. "I'm okay, Mikasa! It hurts, but I'm fine."
Mikasa chuckled at her positivity. "Thank goodness." She went quiet, turning to the doorway that led to the pilot's control center.
"Armin is worried sick for you, hold on." Mikasa sucked in a breath, before shouting. "Armin! Sasha is awake!"
Sasha grinned, hearing steps peddling to the common area of the aircraft. The door next to them swung open, making a loud bang as it impacted with the wall.
Armin glanced over at the door for a second, before rushing over to Sasha. He wailed. "Sasha..!"
He quite literally tackled her, knees hitting the ground as he fell on top of her. "Armin!" She exclaimed, arms clinging to them. "Ow ow, wait my wound Armin-"
Armin shrieked softly, pulling away to look at her stomach. "Oh no! I'm sorry...!!" Tears streamed down his face as he cooed softly.
"Sasha, you're okay...I..." He clumsily reached up to his face to wipe his own tears. Her heart ached at how fragile he looked. Armin... "I thought you had died. That girl came aboard the- the thing, and then she-" He cleared his throat.
"She shot you, and when I heard you got hurt I- I thought you weren't going to make it for a while...I'm...I'm so glad you're okay..." Armin cried out, pulling her in closer.
She giggled. "Armin...I'm okay, you know that! It kind of hurts, but I'll be okay. We'll make it back home." Sasha cupped his cheeks with both hands, kissing his forehead. The blond blushed, trembling.
"Right..." Armin trailed off, smiling again. "You'll make it back home."
And they did.