Under the Mistletoe (Levi X Reader)

5

"Hanji, how is he?" You ask, entering the room to see Hanji dabbing at his expressionless face whilst he slept.

"He's still feverish and he hasn't moved an inch since I entered. I have no doubt that he'll be fine with just a little bit of rest." She stood and moved past you to get to the doorway. "I'd really like to hear how he managed to do so much damage to his knee, will you tell me?"

You nodded, sorrow and guilt mixing in the pit of your stomach. "We were doing hand to hand combat and he kicked at me. Somehow, I dodged it and grabbed his leg, twisting it. However, he turned around and got me in the side of the head to make me let go. I dislocated his knee."

"Ouch." You heard her mumble under her breath. "I hope he doesn't plan on going very far any time soon. But it's not your fault, he should have surrendered and started again instead of injuring himself to make you let go."

"Thanks, Hanji." You took your place by the side of the bed as she left.

About half an hour later, there was movement from the bed, the first in ages. Levi's steel grey eyes cracked open slightly as he took in his surroundings, his eyes stopping and locking onto you, making you feel warm. But he was awake at least.

"Hey, Corporal." You said quietly and in a comforting manner. "How do you feel?"

He didn't have much time to answer before he lunged off the bed, grabbing the bin that lay next to it and throwing up. Moaning, he laid back, a hand resting on his stomach while his other wiped sweat from his pale face, more pale than usual. Slowly, not to take him by surprise, you rested a hand against his forehead and pulled away instantly, he still was way too warm, it was almost like a piece of hot metal.

"________." He breathed, his eyes still examining you while you sat still. "What's going on?"

"You're sick, I'm not leaving you though, you're going to be okay with just a bit of rest." You spoke like a mother who was caring for their ill child.

"You have training, Cadet." He took in a shaky breath before puking back into the bin. "You're going to be late."

"They won't mind, besides, Hanji knows I'm looking after you."

"Ugh, my head." He groaned, his hands resting over his eyes, like he was trying to press them into his skull.

Slowly sitting up, he attempted to move and stand up, but his legs were shaking and his injured knee gave in, leaving him toppling to one side. You caught him and pushed him gently back onto the bed, tucking the blankets around him with a warm smile to show that he will be alright.

"Why do you put up with doing this for me?" he asked, his voice just above a whisper and it was so weak, it wavered with almost every word.

Instead of answering verbally, you lean forwards and plant a small kiss onto the top of his forehead before dabbing at it with the wet cloth again. Hanji entered the room, still expecting him to be sleeping. When she saw that he was awake, questions forced their way from her mouth, sometimes more than one coming out at the same time, making a jumble of the words. Levi held his head and groaned, gripping onto the bin as if for dear life as what was left of his stomach's contents threatened to come back up.

"Hanji, let's leave the questioning for a while, we'll ask him when he improves slightly." You suggested, which seemed fine to her. "It looks like he needs a bit of time before an interrogation."

"I wasn't going to interrogate him, just find out the source of his illness."

"So you think." Levi's weak voice made an appearance, shocking her at just how frail it was.

She pulled you aside and said something terrifying, something you'd hoped you'd misheard.