[He doesn’t need to ask twice—for the second part, anyway. Soon as he’s out of the way Aubrey dives for Eren, kneeling protectively over him as she checks his ribs, that his limbs are intact, that there’s no blood— Is his pulse gone again?] Eren… [Why isn’t he waking up?!]

[Aubrey grabs his hand. Her left arm throbs, not quite dislocated but clearly pulled in a way it shouldn’t have been. Hell with it. She’s so tired of feeling useless.]

[All she can do is stay there, over him, with him, head still buzzing with leftover adrenaline. She needs to focus, get somewhere else.... Who’s the guy who kicked him, anyway?]