Cheater!Levi X Reader Oneshots

==> PART ONE: Awakening.

==>Author: this is a three-part series. I said I'd do it, and I did. The drama will be spicy, guys.

AWAKEN:

Your name is <<REDACTED>>, and you currently don't remember why you're in this hospital room, your limbs neatly placed onto the bed. You assume someone had taken the two extra seconds to throw you on this mattress, anyway. You'd quite like not to be treated like a ragdoll. The white bedsheet rests over your lap, thighs, and etcetera, once you get up and blink until you think the hazy feeling clouding your brain has successfully gone away, and take a look around. It's a pretty room, filled with the monitors beside your bed, and a bedside table to your left. On it, there seems to be a vase, with one, lone anemone in it, seemingly wilting. You wonder if you've been here for long. 

When you turn your head to take another look around, where the window was, you wince. A tremor passes through your whole body and you bite your lip at the slight pain, before huffing and letting a strained sigh escape your lips. Daringly, you let your hand shoot up to your scalp, feeling over it until it comes across the bandages, which didn't take very long. They were tightly wrapped around your head, and you think you're grateful for a moment. You'd rather not feel whatever is under there right now. Or possibly ever, for that matter. The light that entered through the slightly open window created a soft glow around the curtain that was caught within its grasp, and which danced ever so easily with the breeze from the outside world. Other than that, the walls were white, so was the bed, and the sheets, pillows, tiles... You get the idea. The only thing that wasn't white was the blue grandma garment you had to wear, for some unknown medical reasons you know nothing of, because fuck, you don't think you remember very well what you actually majored in in the first place. Did you even go to college? You wonder if you even have anybody in this world. You also wonder what happened. Maybe some sort of accident? You split your head open or some shit like that? 

The hazy feeling that clouded your brain at the beginning returns back stronger than ever, and brings a friend along, called 'dull pain' which makes you grumble half-heartedly to yourself and making you decide that it is time to go back to sleep. 

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You're not sure if you slept an hour or forty, but you do awknowledge two things now that you're being stirred awake:

 1. Your head doesn't hurt anymore, hell fucking yes.

 2. You've got company.

"It seems her vitals are fine, Doctor Rain,"

A feminine voice had said, and you swear you could feel said voice's eyes on the back of your neck until you forcibly and begrudgingly raised your head. Regretting the act immediately because you fucking blinded yourself without a second thought. Well, you're not going to look up at the ceiling of any room in this building once you can get up. Wait, maybe you can't... get up? Fuck, did you become a paraplegic too? You wiggled your toes almost immediately. Okay, so maybe not.

"Ah, hello Mrs. Ackerman! It seems you've awakened."

So, you're a Mrs. And apparently whoever you married has a weird surname? Is it a guy or something? Boy, you're pretty sure you don't know how to feel if you're straight, gay, or anything in-between at this point. You feel like a new-born child, and technically you are. Alas, you decided to take a look around, and are curtly informed by the doctor staring at you that you've recently been in a car accident. He also, abruptly, asks you if you remember anything about the incident.

You proceed to colorfully and neutrally state that you don't remember a fucking thing, what did he expect?! He gives a curt nod and wanders off. You decide not to ask any questions, even though you were really dying to know. Instead, you take a look out the window, which turns into staring out of the window, and shrug your shoulders at the nurse once she softly utters she'll 'take her leave' and be sure to drop by later to bring you something to eat. Only then do you take a second to realize the current predicament that you're in. You immediately push the covers off of yourself and awkwardly fumble around the buttons of your grandma gown, letting your face sour up and twist itself in slight disgust. To say the least, having a tube in your stomach, bellybutton- whatever, is uncomfortable now that you've realized it exists, and the proof is attached to your body, in the real world, for real.

You decide against tearing it out. Mostly because you don't know if you could, or should, or if it's even a good idea to just keep staring at it.

You button the popped buttons back onto your gown, and pull the covers back up your shivering legs once you take a close look and see the bandages wrapped around them, looks like there's only a thin layer wrapped around, because you couldn't really feel it at the beginning. Back up into your original position, you let your eyes boredly look around for a remote, any sort of remote, until you come across the TV one. No adventure this time huh? Could've just come across the one for the bed, and then have to trudge around, barefoot, looking for a TV remote. You'd rather be dead than stuck alone in your own mess of a head. You turn the TV on, and settle on the kid's channel.

You only really had a choice between that one and the news channel, to be realistic here, and you really don't feel like finding out who you outlucked on this fair day. You see the nurse later on, when your eyes have become droopy, and you can also see it clearly once you look at your dry, cut-up hands as you slightly flex them when you feel the nurse nearby, hearing her put several things on the bedside table. She informs you that she'll be taking out that tube stuck up in your body out next morning, and that, 'here's a big with some of your belongings, we thought you might want them.'

You curtly thank her and look through the brown satchel she brought up, disregarding the food for a second, despite your poor stomach informing you that it's pretty worked up for those mashed potatoes and orange juice box that's been left in a tray, among whatever else that may be there and you can't actually see. You successfully retrieve a phone, seemingly somewhat cracked, and a charger. You take a longing look at your phone and decide to look for a socket nearby, which is found two seconds later.

You let it charge, and pull the tray into your lap, returning your attention back to the TV. You look out, and blink blarily- different level of light. This one wasn't burning your retinas, and you were trying to see beyond the window frame. That turned out to be a failure.

Nevertheless, you scoop up another spoon of mashed potatoes and look back up to Twilight Sparkle and her magical pony friends, there to save the day.