Chapter 15: Eren, the Pitiful Giant
He quickly removed his mask and protective goggles, then stepped into the living room. A warm, familiar smile spread across his face as he spoke.
"Sister, did you get hungry?"
The room was the largest in the house—bright, spotless, and carefully maintained. At its center stood a hospital bed, surrounded by softly humming medical equipment.
Lying there was a girl, motionless but awake, her pale green eyes locking onto Eren's as he entered. For a brief moment, they lit up with joy, speaking in place of the voice she no longer had.
A breathing mask covered her mouth, hiding the faint smile beneath. But that wasn't why she stayed silent. She hadn't spoken in years. Her body, slowly breaking down with each passing day, had long since taken that from her.
"Just wait a bit—I'll change my clothes first, then make us some dinner," Eren said, using the softest tone he could manage, careful to keep a bit of distance from the girl.
He was afraid. Afraid that his dusty clothes from outside might somehow harm his already fragile sister. Without hesitation, he rushed to the bathroom and changed into something clean.
When he came in, he was wearing an apron over his white pajamas. "How are you feeling? Any pain?" he asked, his voice tender.
When her eyes gave him the usual signal—I'm fine—he nodded and quickly hurried back to the kitchen.
As Mira listened to the clattering of pots and utensils coming from the kitchen, she quietly waited for her favorite daily routine. And finally, her brother's voice reached her.
"Today, the first class was History. The same professor I told you about before—you know, the really old one."