My name is Rivaille Ackerman, but my few close friends and steady boyfriend call me Levi. His name is Eren Jaeger, and we've been together almost a year now. Unfortunately, a lot of our time together has been spent in the hospital, just as we are now.

I stood at the foot of Eren's hospital bed, listening to the whirring, buzzing, and beeping of the various machines hooked up to my boyfriend to keep him alive. The sight brought me to tears, and luckily he wasn't awake to see me like this. We've been here for a week now, because every heart donation that comes in, he offers to another patient who he says needs it more. Oh that's right. You don't know.

Eren developed a serious heart condition, one that's been slowly killing his heart for years now. Even the doctors don't have a name for this disease. The machines hooked to Eren were keeping his heart beating, even with it slowly dying with every passing second. We've been in the hospital for a week waiting for the next heart donation compatible with his body. I convinced him to accept it. I was not going to lose him now.

Eren stirred and turned his head, his eyes darting around the room before finally spotting me. He opened his mouth to speak, but didn't have the strength to make a sound. I walked around the hospital bed to his side, where I reached out and took his hand.

"Levi," he finally croaked out. Eren attempted to squeeze my hand.

"Don't speak," I commanded. "You need to save your energy." He let out a hoarse laugh.

"For what?" Eren asked, his eyes leaving mine as doctors filled the room. I too looked over at the closest doctor, who had a clipboard in his hand.

"What's going on?" I asked him. From the corner of my eye, I noticed how afraid Eren looked.

"Well Mr. Ackerman, you instructed us to let you know the moment Mr. Jaeger's new heart arrived," he explained. "It just came in and surgeons are preparing the O.R. as we speak."

"Wonderful," I said, turning back to Eren. "Did you hear that, Eren? You're heart is here and we can finally leave this place." The doctors transferred Eren to a gurney and began wheeling him down the hall, but he stopped them outside the operating room.

"Levi," he said to me. "Levi, please don't go."

"I'm not going anywhere, Eren," I said to him.

"Levi, please, stay with me," Eren begged.

"I will, Eren. Always," I said as they pushed him through the doors.