You were with Hange when you found him.
He was bloody and beaten- barely hanging on to life.
You tried to help as much as you could, but Hange did most of the work in stitching him up. When she had gone to sleep after working on him for hours, you stayed awake, unable to rest after everything that had happened.
His face had two large gashes down long-ways, one going straight over his right eye, and several deep scratches were on the other side that would surely scar as well. He had lost some fingers, too, but thankfully, nothing else had happened to him other than some internal damage to his ribs.
At least, physically. You had no idea where his mental state was.
You and Levi had been friends for years, ever since your promotion to Hange's squad. While you did spend a lot of time with her, the bulk of your time was with him- hanging around his office or his squad whenever you had the chance. In the years of Paradis's development, you and Levi were basically inseparable.
He had told you of his past, which was something you didn't take lightly. It was a lot for him to open up like that, and you were glad he decided to do so.
Levi was someone who was very particular about the way things worked, and that included his own presentation. He wanted to look prim and proper at all times, which was why he always wore his signature cravat. He always made sure his hair was trimmed and smooth, and he despised dirt and grime.
Right now, he looked terrible, to be quite honest. His hair was much longer than you'd ever seen- probably because he was babysitting Zeke in the forest for who-knows-how-long... his face was covered in dried blood, and the hasty stitches obscured his delicate, smooth skin.
He would never look like he did before.
If he was awake, he'd probably be very unhappy.
At least he was alive.
You wanted nothing more than to throw your arms around him and to assure him that everything would be okay, but out of fear of worsening his injuries, you settled for sitting next to him, covering his body with a blanket, and watching him rest.
Though he was sleeping, he looked uneasy. Like he was uncomfortable, or bothered by something even while unconscious.
Suddenly, his uninjured eye shot open. Your hands jolted, ready to push him down if he moved too much, but he stayed put.
His good eye met yours, and with a raspy, broken voice, he mumbled. "What... happened?"
It shouldn't have filled you with so much joy to hear his voice, but your heart jumped a little anyways.
"We found you on the side of a river, half-dead. Hange stitched you up." You spoke softly.
His eye soon closed and he raised his uninjured hand to his forehead. "I feel like shit."
You almost smiled at his utter lack of tact. "You look like you've seen better days."
He let out a pained sigh. "How bad is it?"
You bit your lip, trying to figure out how to tell him everything without making it sound too bad. What you realized while you spoke, though, was that it was impossible to sugarcoat his injuries. You noticed his teeth clenching a few times, but didn't say anything about it.
When you were done, he took a deep breath. "How long has it been?"
"Two days."
"I've been asleep for two days?" His body started to stir, but you placed a hand gently on his shoulder.
