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I flickered my eyes open.

"Where am I?" I asked myself as I looked around then sat up slowly while I felt some pain on my torso and chest.

"You're in the infirmary" a deep voice said sternly from the corner of the room. I turned my head to look at the owner of the voice I heard. It was Levi. He was dressed in a white button up shirt with black pants. His hair was a bit messy and had some eye bags under his eyes. He leaned off the wall and walked towards my bed without looking away from me. I didn't know how to react to this cause there was no need. I looked at him and noticed how exhausted he looked, did he even sleep? Doesn't look like it. He looked more exhausted and out of it than the usual.

He sat down on the bed next to me and sighed out softly. A look of worry flashed through his face and he looked like he was about to breakdown. I looked into his eyes as he looked at me, his eyes always revealed his emotions, that's one thing I've noticed. His eyes were just filled with sorrow and rage, what was he angry about ? He reached out towards me and cupped my cheek in his hand. It didn't feel as comforting as before, his hand was cold like ice not as warm as before when I used to hold his hand. I sat there frozen and confused. Why was I getting all this from him? It's very unusual of him to do so but I wasn't going to ask him anything or push him away. I liked the attention and affection I got from him.

I leaned my head on his hand that was cupping my cheek and looked at his face, his thumb caressed my cheek slowly and gently as I smiled at him gently. I don't know why but I always smiled whenever people worried about me, it seemed like my natural reaction.

Levi stopped caressing my cheek softly then sighed out softly "you've been out for 2 days brat" he said, his voice low and his face just seemed exhausted  "I and Hange thought you were going to die from the way you screamed that...." his eyes grew big and he retracted his hand from me then stood up from the bed. I raised a brow and wondered what happened and why did his mood change so drastically. He was cold once more and had his back faced towards me while he looked out the window.

"Captain?" I asked him as I got out of the covers and wanted to get off the bed but he shot me a glare as he looked back, only turning his head "sleep brat, you need the rest, I'll call Hange and tell her you're awake" he turned on his heels and walked out the room, not sparing me a glance or anything. I sat in bed dumbfounded as he closed the door behind him, leaving me alone in the room. Maybe there was something about me that annoyed him. Maybe he saw I'm good for nothing and not worth all the trouble.

I stayed in the room, on the bed waiting for him to come like he always did but he never came. I was so disappointed and hurt. Why? Well maybe it's because all these weeks he's been caring about me and showing me love but now he decided to stop. Does he think it's funny to play with my feelings like that? Does he find some type of sick pleasure in doing that? I don't care if he's my captain, what's wrong is wrong is wrong and someone has to tell him what he's doing is a fucking dick move.

I sighed out softly then got out the bed , strangely my body didn't hurt as much, my torso felt better and I could walk properly. Maybe that fall was the wake up call for my body. I went to close my curtains but stopped on my way as I thought of something strange. I'm never left alone in the room for this long, so why didn't Hange come and check on me. Something was up and I could feel it. I walked out the room, forgetting about the curtain and walked down the hallway. The lights were off but there was some noise coming from the mess hall. I could hear it loud and clear and it sounded like people were laughing and enjoying themselves.

My boot's chains clinged and rang as I walked down the hall ways. The moon shined it's light, reflecting it through the windows where I walked. Did everyone really forget about me? One thing I'd never like is being forgotten about. If my hand doesn't heal fast enough I might as well end up being forgotten.

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