"Are you okay now?"
Eren's eyes still hadn't returned to normal. His vision was spinning. He felt like he had the nastiest vertigo and that had been multiplied by many folds as the voice kept talking to him.
"Hm. Maybe not. I think you'll need some help...
Leela, come down here and help him."
The voice spoke and commanded the caretaker. Immediately, a young lady appeared in front of Eren. She looked a lot like Layla. But there were a few subtle differences. Too bad, Eren couldn't spot them and thought her to be the one who had spoken before coming here:
"Lay… la. Is… that… you? Ta… take… me away… from here. Like, right now. Please… ple… I don't… *cough cough cough cough*... I don't want to… die here."
Eren spoke with some difficulty. Only after speaking did he find out that he had a sore throat. His windpipe felt like molten lava had travelled through it.
"Poor boy.
Eren, is it? My name is Leela. You can consider me to be Layla's sister.
