Hello! Sorry it took so long for this chapter to be up. I'm going to try and post at least by every Thursday or earlier if I finish certain chapters. I am constantly writing this story in my head, just takes a little while for it to become literal words. This is a little bit lighter chapter. Enjoy!
Levi's body was on fire, it was the worse physical pain he had ever felt. He heard the door open and then a gasp. Suddenly he felt cool, soft hands on either side of his face gently raising it. He met Petra's copper eyes. They were filled with tears.
"Petra... Are you...hurt?" His words came out in gasps.
More tears fell from her eyes and she shook her head no.
"I'm not the one you need to worry about, Captain." She smiled slightly.
He tried to return her smile even though he had never been seen to smile before, "Please, Petra, right now...just call me Levi."
She nodded lightly, then grabbed the bucket and rag that Levi didn't notice she had with her. She dipped the rag in the bucket that was filled with water, then brought it back out. She rinsed it and brought it to his face.
"This may sting a little," Petra whispered, then began to wipe his face of the blood.
Levi let out a sigh as the cool rag came into contact with the searing wound on his face. He shut his eyes, getting lost in the gentle motions of her ministrations.
She finished cleaning his face, and sat back and looked him in the eye. Suddenly she hugged him. She wrapped her arms gently around his neck, "I'm so sorry, Levi," Petra sniffed.
He tried to move away from her, "You shouldn't touch me Petra, I'm disgusting."
She sat back and glared at him, "That you are, Captain."
She got up to tend to his back and Levi cursed under his breath for taking her sentiment lightly.
She gasped when she looked at his back.
"Levi, you are going to need stitches."
"Well I don't see them giving out any needles," Levi sighed.
"Actually," Petra said hesitantly, "They did."
Levi couldn't say he was surprised, he doubted the needles were clean, but if what Petra was saying, the wounds on his back wouldn't heal without being sewn. Levi resolved himself.
"Do what you must, Petra."
Petra had seen people ripped apart by titans, blood falling like rain on the ground as screams echoed off of buildings or trees, but when she walked through the door of the cell Levi was being kept in, she almost couldn't contain the bile in her throat.
Levi was in chains before her, blood coated him like red paint would cover a white wall. Rivers of his blood ran down onto the floor, creating a mini lake around his knees. Levi's arms were splayed out in chains on either side of him and his head was hung in exhaustion.
When she took his face in her hands and lifted it to look in his eyes she was met by his intense grey eyes. Fire still burned in them. Petra knew Levi had been through hell and back, but he still was not defeated.
When he spoke, his voice was tired, but still held the authority he was known for.
Then, when Petra hugged him, his body was warm and firm. She could feel his heartbeat, strong and steady.
"You shouldn't touch me, Petra, I'm disgusting."
Same old Levi. Even though Petra put on a fierce glare, she couldn't really be angry at him. He had just been through some of the worse torture she could imagine and he still found the energy to be a sassy little jerk.
She then rose to tend to his back. After seeing it, Petra honestly couldn't believe he was still alive.
Levi's back was horrendous, fifteen long gashes stretched across his back, disfiguring the defined muscle the sculpted his back.
The gashes were several centimetres deep, some going as deep as an inch. His skin was filleted open, the edges of each gash stood proudly like mountains overlooking a canyon.
She told him that he was going to need stitches and he told her to do what she must, so she will.
She cleaned the needles, that they gave her, as best as she could and then place it at the top of the first gash. She braced herself and then push the needle trough his skin to across the chasm of flesh and to the other side.
Levi didn't make a sound, but Petra felt him stiffen under her ministrations.
Eventually, all the gashes were stitched together as best as she could.
Suddenly, a thundering noise came from behind the walls and the chains that held Levi slackened.
Levi started to fall forward, but Petra caught him before he could fall anymore.
Levi let out a hiss as his ravaged back came into contact with the rough fabric of her shirt.
The door to the cell opened. Diego stepped in with a mischievous looking smile.
A wicked look transformed his face, "Hello again."
Erwin Smith was sitting at his desk pensively sorting trough paper after paper. The sun had began to set, casting a fading halo of light through his open window. Levi still had not checked in from the training exercise he took his squad on. He gazed out the window wondering maybe something had went wrong.
Suddenly, Hanji followed by Auruo, Erd, and Gunther plowed into his office.
Erwin stood up at the sudden intrusion. "What is the meaning of this?!"
Erd tried speaking over his laboured breath, "Levi...Petra... They've been taken!"
Hanji handed Erwin a note, his blue eyes widening at what was written on it.
"That was found on Petra's horse. It was found next to Levi's!"
Erwin looked at them incredulously.
Auruo spoke up, "What do we do, Commander?"
Erwin straightened his shoulders, "We get them back."
And the rescue mission is on! Sorry that the format of this is a wee bit jacked. I do most of the writing on my phone and it doesn't liked to be fixed once transferred over. Thanks for reading!
