Blue and White - Levi Fanfiction

Extra - What Not to Do When Sick (Part I)

Context: Amaya gets sick. Everyone tries to keep her from working, but whether or not they succeed is... unclear.

Requested by: meowzax

(I believe this was your request? I can't quite find the original comment but I am like 99% sure you were the one to request seeing what happens when Amaya gets sick, so... here's a present if this wasn't your request, I guess.)

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Year 846:

If there was anything about me that everyone knew, it was that I was a hard worker. That fact could not be disputed. My work ethic was made clear in the quantity and quality of the work that I did even daily. Compound that into my weekly, monthly, and annual work, and well, I'm something of a proud workhorse or even a tireless cattle dog.

I always had to be doing something. While I attributed it to simply being a hard worker, if I were to put it plainly, I was a busybody. Even busywork was fine by me if it meant that I was doing something. I could chalk all of that up to the result of where I had grown up and how I had been raised.

Growing up with El, there was always something to do. Something to clean. Something to make. Something to go get. Something to fix.

El had been an extremely hard worker. He always requested as many extra shifts as possible because when he got his bonus based on how many cases he completed or was a part of, he counted on that extra money to set aside in case of an emergency.

Otherwise, it went to our fund meant to buy me my citizenship. He was incredibly determined to get me there. That was why I got a job as soon as I was able. I saw how hard El worked and not being able to help with that was awful for me.

I knew he was risking himself by taking me in, I knew all about the threats even when I was younger. I knew that was why my grandmother had even given me up in the first place. Aside from having a kid that was receiving threats, it was simply expensive to maintain the home he had.

Down underground, there were barracks at the MP base, but he and Ellie had applied to have an actual home as soon as possible because while not perfect, it would make them feel like an actual family. When Ellie died, and I came into his life by chance alone, he felt he had a family again. So he worked hard for it.

How could I offer him any less than all my help, when he was the reason that I was even alive? As such, I worked. His work ethic bled into my own and soon I was working all I could, my knife at my side, as I did all I could to alleviate some of the pressure from his shoulders.

If I was going to get citizenship, I was going to help secure it. It was too great a sum for El to work for alone.

All of this was doubly true when he brought Caden home, and we had another mouth to feed and another pass to the surface to procure.

When I lived on my own, I had to obviously do everything on my own. The work got harder and more frequent, and it seemed that I was never able to find a moment to myself until the very end of the day in which case I chose to spend my limited free time throwing sticks at Levi.

Look where that got me.

The point was that I always had to be doing something. It was a sort of fulfillment I suppose to always be doing something for somebody. It felt stranger not to be doing something. It had everything to do with how I was raised. El didn't have to offer to take me in. And after offering, he didn't have to actually do it. But he did. And he didn't have to raise me like his own child.