Being a nurse for the survey corps meant a lot of things. It meant seeing a lot of soldiers in pain, but there was also a lot of death.

You watched as an injured soldier, Armin Arlert, laid on the bed with a cast on his leg. You peeked at him through the door, watching as he winced in pain every time he barely moved.

You give him a sad smile as you approach his bed with some food and water. He looked up at you, smiling politely even as he was in pain. "Thank you so much."