The Bookshop - Levi x Eren

Seventeen

A/N: this chapter is sponsored by a drunk me and some bad half english-half dutch auto correct, please enjoy.

“Eren?”

I looked up. My dad was standing in front of me, holding two cups of hot cocoa. He handed me one and sat down next to me. Instead of drinking, I simply stared at the smooth surface.

“He is alive,” my father said.

It was like I had been carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders, and suddenly all that pressure was gone.

“He had a heart attack. His heart is stable for now, but he is still in a coma. Eren, it is not sure if he’ll ever come out of it. If he gets another heart attack, he will most likely not survive it.”

Immediately, all the hope I had was crushed. Again.

“Eren,” my father said. “I know you care a lot about the guy, and even though I don’t know him that well, I can promise you that I’ll do everything in my power to keep him alive. But you also have to realize that his condition is not the best, and that there is a chance that he will never wake up again. You have to keep in mind that miracles are rare.”

My father swallowed loudly. It was obvious he was about to say something he’d rather not say.

“What is it?” I asked, my voice being nothing more than a whisper.

“His condition is bad, Eren. The other doctors aren’t convinced he’s going to make it.”

Every single word of that sentence felt like a dagger in my heart. In my opinion, being stabbed would have probably been just as horrible as hearing my father tell me Levi would probably die.

I didn’t blame my father, I knew he was telling me the truth to keep me from hurting too much when that day would come, bit it still hurt.

My father gently grabbed my hand.

“Son-”

I shook my head. Suddenly, all the sadness turned into anger. I was pissed.

“No,” I said.

“No?”

“I am not giving up, not yet. Levi is a fighter, he would never give up like that. He will survive.”

“Eren, please. “

“No.”

Even though I tried really hard not to cry, my voice still cracked.

“I am not giving up on him.”

With those words I stormed off, partly because I was angry, and partly because I did not want my father to see me burst into tears. I ran straight into Levi’s room, not caring about whether I was allowed to or not, and almost collapsed next to his bed. I grabbed his hand and rested my cheek on the cold bed sheets. Tears started streaming down my face.

“I don’t care what they say, Levi. You are going to live, I know you will survive this. I believe in you.”

Saying those words out loud made me feel better, but it didn’t completely takes away all the worries. The thing that did that was something else. It was small, barely noticeable, but definitely there. A weak squeeze in my right hand, the hand that was holding Levi’s.