His Little Brat. {Levi x Reader}

Liar. (Doctor!Levi x Dying!Reader)

-Thank you for requesting! I am so sorry that this has taken so long to complete. I'm still working on them!-

  You open your eyes to the machines beside you which beep and tick as it regulates your body for you. The bleak and depressing white ceiling stares back at you, and you have to heave a huge sigh before looking out the window to distract yourself. The scenery's not much better. The sky started to darken from yesterday, and sometimes you'd be kept awake for hours by the howling of the wind outside. They'd rattle dangerously, and sometimes you just wish that it'd shatter, breaking the barrier between the hospital room and the outside world. You'd rather be outside, regardless of the storm that is approaching. At least you feel alive walking through rain. Listening to the crackling thunder, being captivated by the flash of lightning, you'd never have believed that you'd be longing to be stuck outside in horrible weather. Yet, your stubborn heart still beats under your frail chest, refusing to let go.

  Suddenly the curtain draws back, and Petra comes in to administer your daily shots. You can't help but cringe as she sticks another needle into your fragile arm. You've gotten so pale that the veins and arteries start to expose themselves through the sheerness of your skin. After the torturous ordeal, you finally assume that you're going to be left alone, but you catch a glimpse of a white coat and look up to see Levi standing by the foot of your bed. He's been your doctor for a couple of months now, and you don't really acknowledge him most of the time. Maybe it's because his presence reminds you of how grave your illness is. Having him around was like having the Grim Reaper staring into your soul, counting down on how long you have until you perish.

  Levi swatches his medical pen over your pupils and you have to resist the urge to swat his hand away from your face. His delicate fingers hold your chin firm, and his grey orbs dart around as he examines your complexion. A deep frown forms at the base of his forehead, and he flips through your chart almost feverishly before glancing at you again. It's as if he has something to say, but he doesn't utter a single word as he turns around to walk away.  That ticks you off severely, and you finally part your crackled lips to spit out a few ferocious phrases.

"Tell me, doctor. How long are you going to watch me die like this?" Your voice is hoarse and raspy, but you pay it no heed.

   Many of the nurses present tut and click their tongues at your obviously rhetorical rebuttal. The short man's footsteps falter at the door, and he turns around slowly to reveal a very ambiguous expression. It's pretty blank and stoic-looking, but there is a twinge of determination at the depths of his irises. Levi hands the thick notepad of your records back to Petra before nodding at you with utmost politeness.

"As long as we have to." His tone rolls of his tongue as baritone and crisp.

  Your hands clench over the thin bedsheets as the tears threaten to spill over. You've been tossed around your entire life, and now some doctor is playing around with what's remaining of your life. It just seems vastly unfair that you don't have the power ( or strength for that matter) to do anything about it. You taste the coppery tint of blood as your teeth clench down on your lips for some sort of redemption. But the tears just don't listen to your rationality, they follow the orders of your debilitated heart. Petra just watches hopelessly as she fails to find the words to comfort you. She just stands by your side, watching your tears stream down your sharp cheekbones.

"Liars." you murmur under your breath as you stare into the peeling white wall. "All of you are liars."

  That was what happened a few months ago. It's weird to think that so much time has passed since then. Your condition has worsened drastically, and now you are permanently stuck in a small cramped room with triple the machines you had the last time you visited the hospital.  Frequent visitations turned into residency, and you've undergone too many emergency surgeries to count. You're tired, not just physically, but also mentally. His presence is growing stronger. Death seems to be standing at the edge of your bed now, just waiting patiently. You can't really make out his face, it's concealed. But the man that you learnt to hate and despise as a child, brought you so much peace and comfort. Maybe it's due to the hallucinogens in your treatment that is being pumped into you through an IV. They say it takes away the pain, but you don't see it working much. 

"Am I going to die?" you breathe thickly, yet you don't seem to be getting enough air. 

"Yes." answers the mysterious man.

"Then take me already. I'm tired." you whisper weakly as the tears coil in your eyes.

"Soon. I'll relieve you of your suffering. So please just hold on for one more night."

  And so you do. The night was long and weary, not an ounce of sleep could be fed into you though. Thoughts and emotions penetrated your already fragile mind, leaving you paralysed in fear. The fear of what's going to happen once you shut your eyes for eternity. When you open your eyes again, you see a blurry silhouette sitting beside you. His hand is surprisingly warm as it sits on top of your cold and thin fingers. You seriously cannot make out who the person is, but you just assume that it's Death visiting again. It must be a bizarre thing to think, but you're glad that he's here with you. You've always been so alone.

"Is it time?" you hum calmly.

"Yes. It is." the man's voice comes out as tranquil and steady as ever.

"Hey..." you wheeze as your lungs begin to shrivel up for the last breath. "Thanks for everything."

 ~~~

  Levi walks out of the room after unplugging you from the life support machine. All your loved ones agreed to it, and maybe it really was for the best. You've suffered long enough. Watching you just fall into the arms of death like that, it wasn't just peaceful, it was saddening. Levi finds himself lamenting over the fact that he did nothing as a doctor to try and prevent it from happening. But you were gone now, and he has nothing but guilt and shame embedded in his heart. He's seen countless people die in this hospital, but he'd never been so emotionally invested and attached to someone as much in his life. He wants to just cry out and demand why the world has to be this cruel. But instead he remains quiet, suffering more internally than ever. His whole team of doctors can sense it, but Petra is the only one to voice out her opinions.

"Was it really alright?" she asks timidly as she wipes away the tears from her eyes.

"What?"

"Was it really okay to lie to her?" she whispers again. "You let her assume that you were Death himself.  Why didn't you just reveal that you stood by her side all this time? Was it really okay to do that?"

"Yes. Yes it was." his voice cracks for the first time, and the tears slip through his tough exterior. "After all, I am a liar."