"I want the K" — Forceful Kiss
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"She's a bit delirious," Hanji said, walking Levi down the row of beds in the infirmary. "She's on some really strong antibiotics. Something about the aberrant that bit her…" Her voice trailed off once they reached her bed, Petra laid out, breathing softly as she slept.
A fine sheen of sweat covered her face and forehead, and every so often, her eyebrows would knit from pain and she'd let out a soft moan. Levi watched her, expressionless, trying to ignore how much paler, how much smaller, how much weaker she looked when tucked under the white sheets of the infirmary bed. The edge of the white sheet would crinkle every so often, indicating that she would fist up the fabric in her hand.
He walked over, almost hesitantly, and Hanji watched as he lifted his hand, his knuckles pressed against her forehead, feeling her temperature. She'd known him for years, but this had been Levi's first real squad. He cared for them. A lot. And she'd long since suspected he cared in particular for Petra.
"A nurse comes by every half hour or so," Hanji said, clearing her throat, bringing him out of his thoughts. He glanced up at her, somber, waiting to hear the words he'd been expecting since he'd brought her to the medics' cart during the expedition.
"It's bad, Levi."
He listened to her, only catching half of what she said. Even so, he held on to the last words she said before she left the room.
She might not make it.
Levi kicked a stool over so he could sit next to her. He took the cloth from the cart beside her, soaking it in the small bowl of water beside her bed, and used it to wipe gently at her forehead. And with his other hand, he laced his fingers with hers, giving her hand a squeeze.
"Hey, you," Petra whispered, waking up. She squinted to look up at Levi's face. Her voice was hoarse, and it sounded as if even saying those two words had already taxed her. She forced a smile, but Levi couldn't find it in him to smile back. Hanji's words repeated in his mind. She might not make it.
She raised her hand to touch his face, the pads of her fingers brushing lightly against his cheek as she reached to brush away some stray strands of hair.
"I heard Hanji say…" She paused, swallowing her saliva, thick from the mucus. "This… this one is bad."
He pressed a kiss to her lips. It wasn't soft, not like the ones he'd give her in the mornings to wake her up, or the ones behind the stables when the rest of the team had gone back to the castle. It was a kiss meant to stop her from talking, to convey a message. That not surviving wasn't an option. He needed her. It was a reminder.
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