A few days have passed since the 57th expedition. You were injured in an attempt to save the remaining survivors from the Titans chasing them. Unfortunately, you almost died after receiving serious wounds to your head. You've been fighting for your life for days, lying unconscious on your bed. The doctors did not give any predictions about your condition.

Levi, who was also injured by twisting his ankle, often spent time by your bed looking at your pale face. He thought he was looking at a living corpse, sometimes it seemed like you weren't even breathing. The captain often talked to you, scolded you, and then began to justify his anger, he did not want you to disappear from this world like that. On one of those days, he was sitting next to you, silently looking at your hands, he reached out to your palm, squeezing the cold and dry skin, you did not answer, did not squeeze his hand in return, and this only hurt him more.

"Wake up, you idiot... Stop sleeping. You're missing everything, do you hear?"