"Jean." You whispered. "It's morning."
Jean grumbled something and brushed your hand away, making you giggle. You replaced your hand again, and this time Jean;s words were slurred, but audible.
"Ah, go away Reiner, I'll be up in a few."
You chuckled, the laugh escaping your lips in a soft sigh. You closed your eyes, laying back onto the mattress, taking inventory of your body and its injuries.
There was fresh pain in your ribs, a dull hurt that seemed to spread through your chest. You could feel the sting of several splinters and scrapes in various places around your body, most noticeably on your legs and arms. You could still feel the sticky feeling of blood on your forehead. You must have smacked your head pretty badly.
You exhaled slowly, the pain in your chest intensifying at the action. There was a slight shifting beside you, and you turned your head to find Jean propped up on one elbow, studying you.
You blushed and looked away when your eyes made contact. Even after spending the night in the same bed as the boy, you still felt embarrassed whenever he looked at you with those grey eyes.
You nodded slightly. "Can you help me sit up?" You asked, feeling a bit ashamed for asking something so simple that you couldn't do yourself. Jean neverthelness nodded and sat up, slipping a hand underneath you to lift you up gently and set your back against the headboard. You made a small wince as pain began to spread through your chest. Jean noticed and immediately halted his actions.
"Am I hurting you?" he asked gently, eyes narrowed in seriousness. You shook your head.
As soon as you were all set against the headboard, Jean rolled out of the bed. He stood, shrugging on his belts and jacket and boots. He then turned to you seriously. "Can you walk?"
You pondered the question for a moment. "I don't see why not, I mean, my legs aren't broken."
Jean chuckled nervously. "Do you need help getting up?"
You shook your head. "No, I'd rather try for myself." You replied, shifting so you were sitting up fully, feeling your chest protest in pain, which you tried your best to ignore.
You paused, then quickly swung your legs over the side of the bed. Your couldn't help but groan in pain, but as soon as your feet were planted on the ground and you swayed to your feet, you smiled. Jean looked impressed.
"Okay, point taken. But I still don;t think it's a good idea for you to use your 3D Manuever gear. You nodded in agreement. "I don't think you can carry it. You are probably going to have to ditch it."
Your frowned. "There should be someway..." You trailed off as you saw the stubborn expression Jean's face.
"I'm not lugging you and your gear around." He stated simply, crossing his arms.
You shrugged, the action causing you to wince in pain. "Alright."
Jean turned away from you, walking down the hallway. "I don't know if the corps are still in the forest. But I didn't see any retreat signals yesterday, so they have to be somewhere in the forest."
You nodded, turning to your jacket and boots. Your shrugged them on as Jean continued to speak.
"But we need to be careful. There's Titans all over this god damn forest, and I can't fight while towing you around."
You felt a little guilty. You should be able to fend your yourself, but instead Jean was forced to protect you at the cost of his safety.
"Okay then." Jean declared, stretching, then reaching for his weapon boxes. "Let's go."
You nodded seriously and followed your comrade outside cautiously, awaiting the dangers that you knew would befall you in the forest.