chapter thirty-four: the depths of us

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THE DEPTHS OF US

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THE DEPTHS OF US

wall rose hospital

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wall rose hospital

the week crawled by in a dreary carousel of checkups, prodding examinations, and the endless shuffle of paperwork. at long last, the words you yearned to hear shattered the dull routine:"perfect. you're all clear to go home."

now, your crutches tapped against the floor as you made your way down the sterile corridor of wall rose hospital, each echo marking your sluggish steps. your phone droned in your grip.

imessage
boyfriend❤️

today

boyfriend❤️
where are you? i'm waiting outside.

(y/n)
i'll be there shorty.
shortly**🙂

boyfriend❤️
...

you snorted, stuffing your device into your pocket before straightening up.

"who are you calling a shorty?"

the familiar, dry humour reeled your gaze forward.

beyond the automatic doors, your boyfriend sat on a bench, arms folded. the butterflies erupted in your stomach the moment your eyes locked, their wings brushing an irritating cocktail of thrill and nerves together.

yet your feet...stalled.

the waiting room suddenly felt vast and exposed. too many people, too many eyes, too many wandering hands. the shadow of a man near the vending machine stretched into a familiar shape, mirroring a silhouette you'd spent all week trying not to remember. rationally, you knew it wasn't him. your body, however, remained unconvinced.

levi noticed instantly. he stepped directly into your line of sight, blocking out the stranger, blocking out everything except him.

"what's wrong?" he quizzed, eyes narrowing at your reaction.

"nothing. just...residual nerves," you answered, clutching your crutches a little tighter."thanks for waiting, by the way."

levi didn't bother with pleasantries."give me that." he effortlessly slipped the duffel bag off your shoulder—the one he'd packed with sasha's help, evident by the obscene amount of snacks bursting from the zipper. 

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