In Another Life | Levi x Reader/OC

Chamomile Tea

You were not aware of how long you drifted off to sleep until it was interrupted by a knock on the door. Sluggishly, you opened your eyes, adjusting to the brightness in the room. Luckily, you slept somewhat peacefully, your mind taking a break from the constant horrors stowed away in your brain. You'd think after a situation like the one you just experienced that you'd be on guard and unable to rest, but something in your mind helped you to block it out.

Well, someone rather than something.

Admittedly, you thought of Levi, and whenever you thought of Levi, you felt secure. You thought of his reassuring words, the tenderness of his touch, and the subtleness of his gaze. A large part of you wanted him to hold you for longer, to stay in your presence for as long as you needed him to. Whenever he was around you, you couldn't help but feel like he was meant to be there.

What does this mean?

You didn't even have time to ponder the thought because you heard another knock on the door followed by someone calling your name. Rising from the couch, you groaned in pain. Your whole body was achingly sore, especially your neck.

"Coming," you responded hoarsely. Staggering slightly, you went to unlock the door only to be met with Hange and Moblit. Their eyes widened at your appearance.

"Oh my, they told me you got ruffed up, but I didn't think it was this bad," Hange said.

Do I really look that bad?

From the corner of your eye, you noticed a mirror. You turned your gaze sideways, and your eyes widened immediately. From your reflection, you could see the fingertip marks bruised on your neck and the cut made by the knife. You traced over your neck gently, wincing when your fingertips made contact with the open wound. The laceration was deeper than you thought, but fortunately, you didn't think stitches would be necessary.

Trailing your eyes down, you inspected your clothes next. Your uniform was stained in blood - his blood. The thought made you shudder; you wanted nothing more than to change out of it immediately.

And then you had another stupid realization, one that you wished you hadn't caught because it only added to the delusional thoughts that brought you comfort in your head.

You hugged Levi while you were drenched in blood. Levi - the obsessive clean freak who'd rather die than sleep in a building that hadn't been wiped down at least three times. The same Levi who carried a handkerchief on him at all times to wipe his blades or dust off the dirt from his shirt.

And he hugged you back. Despite how disgusting you were, he slid his arms up your back and held you close against him. At that moment, he didn't care about the blood that would stain his uniform or the tears that were buried in his neck.

He cared about you. At that moment, he cared about you and made sure you were okay.

Stop it. Stop it with these thoughts.

"Levi filled us in on what happened. We came by to check on you and Connie while the others were away. The medic should be here soon. She's currently tending Connie," Hange said. "Oh, and we also brought your bag." They pulled your bag from behind their back, lifting it up high to show you.

"Thanks," you replied, turning your body to face them. "How is Connie?"

"He's doing better. He woke up now. He'll be okay." Hange stepped into the room with Moblit following behind. They both took a seat by the small wooden table placed in the corner by a window.

"How are you feeling?" Moblit asked.

"Sore," you replied, walking back over to the couch. You took a seat, your head lowering to stare at your feet on the floor. "And tired."