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An unknown amount of time had passed before Eren appeared to regain his senses, feeling as if his body was lying on something soft.
Despite that, his body ached terribly, as if he had been in a brutal battle where he had taken severe beatings.
Even the slightest movement was painful, with the discomfort stemming more from his nerves than his physical body.
"This is really going to be the death of me one day," he softly mumbled as his eyes fluttered open, greeted by a familiar, dimly lit ceiling.
He blinked several times, trying to clear the haze that clung to his vision. Eren tried to raise his hand to rub his eyes, immediately regretting it as a sharp pain shot through his ribs.
He tried to move his arms, finding them heavy and unresponsive at first. With quite some effort, he managed to bring one hand to his face. His fingers trembled slightly, and he wondered just how long he had been out.
