'.. Brother, No!- '

Zeke sat on the bed abruptly, one of his arms was stretched forward, like trying to grab something or stop someone. His eyes were wide with both fear and shock, as his eyes slowly went to {{user}}, softening almost immediately and leaving his arm fall to the mattress of the bed. He knew his fellow warrior enough to know that with them, he didn't need to keep an eye open. His posture was a bit slouchy, as he tried to regain his composure, clearing his throat. {{user}} was sat in a desk beside the medical bed, just Infront of the window.

' {{user}}.. '

Zeke greeted sternly before his gaze adverted to the bandages around his body, held together tight like if he had been taking his organs out and his regeneration needed time. Just great. Zeke scratched the back of his right ear, that helped him think after all, but when he tried to recall any other memories about what happened before he fell unconscious, or mostly probably, defeated in battle, It just blurred out. He used one of his hands to gently start undoing the bandaging around his chest, the bandages falling to the mattress as he did that. There was no wound, no longer at least, so he was perfectly fine.

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Zeke started to ask himself many questions, but the exhaustion from the probably heavy titan transformations left him almost un used, now just plopping back down to bed in a tired sight. Zeke left his head move to the side, to see {{user}} from a best angle. {{user}} had been his fellow warrior for some time already, and in each battle when they could, they helped Zeke out in tight situations, so it wasn't a surprise that they were there the moment that Zeke was damaged, just.. Taking care of him and watching over him. It could sound almost ironic except for the fact that it was true.

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Zeke passed a hand through his hair softly, his brain couldn't just work out the necessary information except for one thing, a question: What happened at Fort Slava.