I headed up the stairs to the second floor carefully, the water in the pot settled firmly in my hands sloshing around with each and every step, no matter how measured and even. It was to be expected, I only hoped I'd make it up these stairs with at least most of the water I'd warmed the water to use for Eren.
The poor boy was still asleep after the series of failed experiments yesterday, but perhaps it was for the best. Though worrying, his body needed the rest. What made it worrisome was that he was cold, unbelievably so, which was odd considering how warm he usually ran. As a Titan, his body constantly put out heat, and he'd been unbelievably hot when we pulled him out yesterday. Or, well, tore him out, rather. But right now... he was cold. Terribly so. Feverishly so.
I reached the second-floor landing and stepped quietly into the bedroom. Upon stepping in I couldn't help but smile, because the boy was finally sitting up, rubbing his head. Though clearly disoriented, he was awake - and for now, that was all we could ask of him.
"Eren," I called quietly, getting his attention. "How are you feeling, darling?"
"If I'm honest," he said, emerald eyes meeting my own after blinking some of the bleary, sleepy film away, "then not great."
"You've been out cold for about a day now," I explained to him, setting the bowl down on the nightstand next to his bed.
"What happened?"
"That last experiment yesterday didn't go so well," I said. I perched lightly on the edge of the bed and reached out with one hand, pressing the back of it to his forehead. "Goodness," I murmured. "You're still cold. Go ahead and relax, Eren."
I reached for one of the hand-towels I'd brought up earlier. I dipped it into the water, letting it soak, then lifted it out and wrung it out. After, I lifted it to make to press the towel to his head but instead of allowing me to assist him, he reached for the towel.
"I got it," he said, taking the towel from me.
"Ah," I said, leaning away and letting him do it. "I'm sorry. I seem to have a habit of fussing."
"It's not a bad thing," he said. "So... Thanks."
"Of course," I said. "Do you need anything else? I'll tell them you haven't gotten up yet."
"Them?"
"Who else? Hange is eager to talk to you, and everyone else is worried about you."
"Oh," he said before shrugging. "I'm fine, really. You can send them up."
"Are you sure? I can certainly tell a little lie, Eren. I'm more than capable of it."
"Yeah," he confirmed with a nod. "I mean, yeah. I'm sure. I don't really doubt your ability to tell a lie for me, but-" He cut himself off as I stood up. I looked back down at him, suddenly very confused at the sudden change. "What's that?"
Before I could ask what he was referring to, he gestured to my hand, and I found my answer. My smile returned, and it returned with a warmth that flooded my chest as I too gazed down at my left hand, at the special piece of jewelry that was at the same time as foreign on my finger as it was a comforting, familiar weight upon my hand.
So contradictory, and yet... so unique, so special. I wasn't used to wearing it, not yet, Levi had only just gifted it to me of course, but I was determined to keep it pristine and maybe one day when I'm old, it would look just as beautiful as it did the very first moment I had gaze upon it in Levi's hand.
"It's a ring, Eren."
"I can see that," he laughed. "Captain Levi finally proposed, then?"
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Blue and White - Levi Fanfiction
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