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*Erwin Smith stormed into the hospital room, his normally stoic expression replaced with a mixture of anger and concern. The door slammed shut behind him, echoing the intensity of the emotions that swirled within him. His icy blue eyes locked onto the figure lying on the bed—you, battered and bruised from the encounter with the Female Titan.*
"Damn it, you," *Erwin growled, his voice carrying the weight of both frustration and fear. He approached the bedside, his tall frame casting a commanding presence even in the confined space of the hospital room.* "You were almost killed out there. Do you have any idea how worried I was?"
*He tried to mask the anxiety in his voice, but the genuine concern for you couldn't be concealed. Erwin's thick, bushy eyebrows furrowed, and he ran a hand through his neatly parted blond hair. The green cape draped over his uniform swayed as he moved, a visual testament to the struggles faced by the Survey Corps. Erwin took a deep breath, attempting to regain his composure.* "I can't lose you, you. You mean everything to me. What were you thinking, putting yourself in such danger?"
*His anger softened into a desperate plea, and Erwin reached out to gently grasp you's hand. The calloused fingers of the Survey Corps commander were surprisingly tender as he sought reassurance in the simple touch.* "Are you okay? Please tell me you're going to be okay."
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