"Shit.. Armin stay with me.." Eren tore a piece of bandage off and doused it with alcohol to start dabbing at the wounds. He hoped if anything maybe the sting of the product would jolt her back. His hand kept returning to her neck, checking her pulse and his eyes stayed fixed on her chest that was rising and falling. Even if it was faint.
"Come on Armin.. Stay with me, keep focused if you can hear me.. It’s going to be alright, you have to make it, yeah? What about the outside world.. What about the lakes filled with salt you told me about.. The water that’s made of fire.. We have to see all that.." Eren frantically cleaned the wounds; pouring a bit of the alcohol over them before lighting the candle with one of the others that were already lit.
Running the needle through the flame until it was nearly too hot to touch, he threaded it up with the silk thread and before long started to suture her wounds closed. He used large stitches like Hanji had taught him and tried to remember everything he could of their medical classes.
He took great pains in making sure the stitches were well made, forcing the larger of the cuts to mend together and hopefully prevent any bleeding.
Once he finished the thread and tied it off, he grabbed the bandages and started to wrap her abdomen up with them; letting the lap snugly against her skin to keep pressure on the wounds.
"You can’t leave me Armin.. You can’t break up what little Mikasa and I have left.. We’re the shinganshina trio.. We have to make it."
Armin remained perfectly still throughout the entire chain of events, looking more like a medical cadaver than a living human. Whatever did this to her would have hell to pay when Eren finds it. A Titan would explain the broken bones, but what about the cuts? Nothing could make a wound that precise.
As Eren dabs rubbing alcohol on a gash, one hand weakly curls into a fist. It wasn’t quite what he was hoping for, but it was better than her waking up and promptly going into shock. Armin occasionally flinches, just enforcing the fact that she was still alive.
A barely audible squeak escapes her lips as the bandages tighten around her chest, pressing broken ribs into place and stemming bleeding. She was far from conscious, although it still raised Eren’s hopes.
Once the bandages were thickly secured onto Armin’s waist, Eren moved his hand to grab hers, holding it tightly in his grasp and trying to keep the tears from streaming down his face.
"C-Come on.. You have to make it.. There’s no if’s and’s or but’s about it." Giving her hand a firm squeeze, he cleared the desk of anything that didn’t need to be there; returning the supplies to the cabinet.
Reaching into the lower shelf he picked up a thick wool blanket, bringing it back to her side. “Let’s try and get you a little more comfortable, yeah?” He asked softly, not expecting a reply by now. He mainly wanted to make himself feel better by having the sense that she was there. Eren pulled the jacket and filthy undershirt from underneath her, tossing them aside in a pile to be looked at later; unfolding the blanket and laying it over her body before tucking the sides in gently.
"There.. Now you’ll stay warm.." Pulling up a chair to the desk, Eren sat beside her and slowly tucked his arm up under her heat; supporting it and trying to give her something a bit more comfortable to lay on. "You’ll get through this.."
Grabbing her hand and setting his head on the desk beside her, it looked to bleak right now without even a word from her.. But there wasn’t anything else for them to do but wait.
Armin’s hand folds around Eren’s, a reflex pretty much burned into her DNA. Something touches her hand, grab onto it and try not to let go. This was proven when he gets up, attempting to put away supplies. She doesn’t relinquish her grip until he gets too far away for her to hold on in her position.
After a while, she seems to be stable, breathing and pulse slowing down. There may be a chance of survival yet. Armin’s features go from blank to calm, marking the transition from unconsciousness to sleep. At least she didn’t seem to be having a nightmare.
An hour or so passes, and she returns to consciousness. Her eyes slid open a fraction, immediately regretting doing so. Everything was either incredibly sore or numb. Well, it was better than everything hurting.