{LeviHan} Within Darkness...

Chapter 3: Recovery

Hanji's POV

Every day when visitors were allowed to come, Levi was always waiting for me. He was always there from start to end of visiting time. What made it nicer was that he was always bringing me gifts. Flowers, snacks, and even games for us to play. I felt something was off about him every time he brought me gifts. It was almost like I believed he was the one that put me in this position in the first place. But thanks to the nurses, I did some digging on my case and everything he said was true. Instead of distrust, I trusted him. I think I'm enjoying his company.

Levi walked in with a box in his hand, and I recognized the box, but I couldn't remember the name. I hate my amnesia, and I don't think my memories will come back.

"I brought you something," He says with a soft smile, shaking the box. "Do you know what it is?"

"No, but my head keeps telling me I know it, but I can't remember. What is it? Seems... fun?"

Levi nods his head, pulling a chair next to me and putting the box on my blanket. "This is called 'chess,' and I hope to play it with you. I think it helps with memories. Or helps get your brain going. Something like that. I hope it'll help. Even if it doesn't, it'll be fun playing either way."

He spent an hour teaching me the rules before we started playing. He was... very teacher-like. I wondered what kind of experience he had to maintain that patience for someone like me. Before I knew it, lunch came and he went to get food. The doctor came in, bearing some news I didn't like to hear.

He walks in with his clipboard and sits next to me. "Hanji, it's been a few days since you've been admitted here. And according to the nurses, you haven't been remembering anything?"

I shook my head, "I try and try, but every time I think about my memories, I get a headache and I can't remember anything. I don't know why... but I think my body is telling me that I'm better off with not remembering who I was. But for the sake of myself, I have to know. Is that wrong?"

"It's not wrong. However, there's nothing else for me to do here. We're going to discharge you in the afternoon."

"Discharge me? But I don't have my memories back."

"Hanji, there's nothing else we can do. Your injuries have healed up quite well. A few medications, but aside from that? There's nothing else wrong that warrants some sort of emergency. According to the rules, I'm going to discharge you from the hospital. I can make a few calls to see if I can get you settled somewhere safe for the time being as the police investigate your past."

He walks away, leaving my jaw on the ground. There's nothing they can do for my memories. I'm lost. Jeez, why can't I remember? I must be the stupidest person in the world to not remember so simple as my identity! My hands went to the side of my head, squeezing it like crushing a lemon.

"Why can't you remember?!"

A sudden knock at the door came, and I saw Levi with his little to-go bag. He raised his eyebrow, glancing at me with a strange look. "Is this a bad time, Hanji? I can just eat outside-."

"No, it's fine." My arms dropped to my lap as I groaned in pain. "I'm being discharged soon, and I have no idea what to do. I don't know who I am, so I don't know if I can get a job. I don't know anyone here to ask them if I can stay until my memories come back. I just... I just feel stupid." I look at him, feeling the tears swelling behind my eyes. "You know?"

"Just ask, Hanji."

"Eh? Ask what?"

"Ask me the question."

It took me a few seconds to get my brain working before I asked him what he wanted: "Can I live with you?"