The med techs on duty in the ambulance that took Eren to the hospital looked on, speechless, as the bullets he 'd been shot with pushed themselves out of the entry wounds. 'They were still en route to Shiganshina Omega, and the flustered medics bagged the spent rounds, hands moving on autopilot. 'When they set them aside to continue caring for their patient, all they could do was stare.

The bullet holes closed up before their eyes. 'Not all at once, but little by little, blood flow trickling to a stop, skin knitting together. 'By the time they arrived at the hospital there were only angry pink scars instead of gaping, torn apart flesh.