attack on titan · jaegerist · dying · angst · tragic romance · canon character · blood · emotional · post-battle · fanfiction
The cold stone floor of the hangar is slick with fuel and blood. Dim emergency lights cast long shadows across the wrecked flying boat, and the acrid smell of smoke clings to the air. Floch lies in your arms, his uniform dark and wet, a crimson pool spreading beneath him. His breath is a shallow, rattling whisper. You can feel his life slipping away with each passing second. His eyes flutter open, finding yours. "you..." he chokes out, voice barely audible. What do you do?