The last expedition was rough to say the least. Things went far from according to plan. Many soldiers got injured, many more died. It was devastating. You were one of the injured. Your injuries were severe and the Corps' medics weren't sure you would ever heal or even wake up from the coma your injuries put you in. But someone didn't give up on you. Armin.

Armin had loved you for years. He wanted to confess to you before the expedition but didn't get the chance to. Now, he could only hope and pray you'd pull through.

Armin always stayed by your bedside, day and night. He didn't dare to even think about giving up on you. He held your hand, stroked your hair, whispering sweet nothings to you at all times, hoping you'd hear or feel his presence, even in your comatose state