Stay Beneath Him (INCOMPLETE) (Levi x Reader Fanfiction)

27: Wounded Soldier

 Note: Detailed descriptions of blood and needles for this chapter. Be warned.

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  As soon as you opened the door for Levi, he stumbled inside and slammed the door shut behind him with his body.

  "Levi?"

  He was battered, his clothes disheveled, ripped, and stained with blood and dirt. He fought to suppress winces of pain, suffering from injuries that you couldn't make out underneath his clothes. He clutched his left shoulder, hiding a fresh cut with his bloodied hand. His left forearm was wrapped tightly around his stomach, barely hiding the reddening shirt beneath his blazer. Out of breath, he leaned against the door and sank to the floor, hugging himself tightly.

  "Levi, what happened?!" You knelt to his level, seriously concerned.

  "He was just waiting for me to show up." Levi let out a forced breath, rolling his blood-smeared head back against the door. His voice was tight, strained from either inflictions on his throat or prolonged shouting.

  "Kenny? Did he attack you?"

  "Yes. Pretty harshly, too." Levi put more pressure on his stomach, grimacing as he felt the hidden wounds. He looked down at his torso, trying to assess the damage.

  "We need to get you to a hospital."

  "Absolutely not. I can handle this."

  "Levi, this is serious!"

  "I know that. Let me use your bathroom."

  "...Okay, hurry. Come on." You were upset he wouldn't turn to professional assistance, but didn't want to deny him treatment in the moment. He didn't let you help him up, fighting for independence despite his suffering. Clambering to his feet, he limped to the door you rushed to open, hobbling into your bathroom.

  Inside, he flung himself into your bathtub, safe to let blood drain without staining anything. He took his arm away and opened his blazer flaps, revealing the wound in its entirety.

  Beneath the torn button-up, a laceration ran horizontally across his abdomen, glistening with crimson blood that continued to pour once unobstructed. He pressed a hand on the wound, forcing the liquid to seep between his fingers and drip down his wrist. "Shit," Levi breathed. He removed the hand that held his shoulder, allowing the smaller injury to spurt while he dedicated both hands to his stomach. Another gash was barely visible on his chest, tearing through his clothes and cutting into his right pectoral. He went to doff his blazer, prompting you to immediately try and assist.

  "I can do it," he said as he watched you put your hands on the fabric.

  "Your shoulder's injured. Don't strain your arms," you insisted, peeling the heavy coat off his shoulders. He leaned forward and went limp, allowing you to remove the blazer. You draped the clothing over the edge of the tub, leaving the stained section inside.

  Levi's white shirt was horribly ruined, with more areas stained than clean. Red streaks ran from his shoulder and chest, minute in comparison to the scarlet hotspot gushing from his stomach. He quickly covered the area again, situating his fingers to reduce blood loss as much as possible.

  "Oh my God. How deep is it?" You weren't sure what best question to ask to assess the situation.

  "I don't know." He tried reaching a hand up to undo his shirt, but the immediate return of blood flow forced him to keep it on the wound.

  "I'll get it," you offered quietly.

  He said nothing as you reached for his top button, only breathing heavily with pained exhales. Despite the frantic situation, you couldn't help but be a little embarrassed to be undressing your mentor. Not that I ever thought this would happen, but this certainly isn't the situation I expected it would happen under.