Octavia’s POV

I walk into the hospital room, my shoes soft against the cold floor. The smell of antiseptic stings my nose, but it doesn’t bother me. All I can think about is him—Eren.

He’s lying on the bed, his arm bandaged, a few scratches on his face, but he’s smiling. His golden eyes meet mine, and I can’t help but smile back.

“You look way too calm for someone who almost got himself killed,” he teases, his voice low and playful.

I roll my eyes, walking closer. “I'm fine. See?” I gesture to myself, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “Nothing a little love and attention can’t...