One-shots & Short Stories [Levi | Reader]

Coma! Levi x Reader ~ Stress Relief {Modern}

(A/N) Just so you know, this will be angsty and will contain talking about drug use, sex and smoking, so don't judge and prepare. (Maybe you won't cry, but prepare for the feels.)

Enjoy~

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(Y/N)'s P.O.V

~~ Flashback ~~

"Hey, Levi, Levi, do you know about this organization?! They're so cool! I wanna join them when I grow up!" I exclaimed with excitement in my voice to my raven haired friend.

"Maybe I can join with you then." The five year old kid said and I smiled brightly.

"You'll do that? That'll make me the happiest person alive! Thanks, Levi!" I hugged him and he chuckled a little before letting me go.

"Everything for you, (Y/N)." He smiled and I smiled with him.

~~ End of The Flashback ~~~

I entered the white hall and stopped in front of the reception desk. 

The woman behind it looked at me and sighed.

"For Mr. Ackerman again, I see. You can go." She said flatly and I nodded in understanding and went to wait for the elevator.

I stood there for God knows how long until I heard a ring and the doors in front of me opened, revealing one very tall man hugging, what I thought was his wife, while she was loudly sobbing on his chest and clutching his jacket. 

Guess something fucked up, huh?

I asked myself as they exited the little space of the elevator and I entered it, pressing the button for the last floor of the building.

Yeah, it does every day. 

I answered myself while looking over to the glass behind me, staring at the big yard of the building, getting more far away from me as the elevator moved up and made the view ever so prettier from above than it was before.

But I knew the view wasn't just gonna magically heal my situation and fix my fucked up life, so with a sigh I turned my attention once again to the cold metal of the elevator's doors as I heard the usual ring, gesturing for me to exit the little space as soon as the doors opened enough for me to pass through.

I walked down the long hallway before stopping in front of the oh, so familiar door with the number 302 on it. 

I sighed again, knowing that I'll be met with the exact same sight I'm met with every other time and place my hand on the cold doorknob, twisting it and entering slowly. 

I closed the door behind myself and turned around to be met with the usual surroundings.

White walls, TV on the wall, big window with a balcony, big bed with white sheets, all kinds of machines around, the usual little table next to the bed and that little chair I always sit in. 

They even happened to leave my ashtray there on the surface of the small table.

Such kind people.

I though while walking up to the chair and sitting down, looking at the sceen of the machine across from me count every single pulsation of the heart of the person in the bed. I watched as it counted ever so slow, but just as relaxed pulse from him.

With a sigh I turned my head this time towards the person laying in the bed.

His ebony locks were all over his face, looks like the nurses didn't comb his hair properly.