"I don't need help," Levi growled, trying to stand up from his seated position. Erd and Gunther, who had been holding him on either side, pushed him back down until he was sitting on the back of the supply cart again. He scowled at Petra, as if to blame her for what was happening. She stood in front of him, defiantly unraveling a roll of bandages, holding her ground.
"Stop acting like a child, Captain." She chastised, tsking him, making him slink back and sulk. After ten minutes of this charade, he'd finally conceded to their worried stares and firm grips.
"It was just a minor accident," he muttered under his breath. He glared up at Auruo, who stood beside Petra, as if attempting to waver him and bring him onto his side. "I think you of all people would know this," he said so pointedly at Auruo, who stared back, cooly.
"Shit." Levi finally sighed under his breath. He raised his right arm, staring at his broken wrist, watching as Petra swiftly and expertly wrapped his hand, humming under her breath. The squad watched on, their cool, placid faces masking an obvious sort of concern that Levi recognized—the expressions they reserved only for when a member of their squad had been taken down. Or in this case, when Levi got injured.
"They love you," Hanji had cooed as she had sat Levi on the cart, watching as the four, dutiful members of his squad rushed into the medical tent to gather supplies.
"Whatever, Four Eyes." Levi had said, rolling his eyes.
Petra stepped away, obviously pleased with her handiwork. He glanced up at her with a half-lidded expression, glowering, but Petra didn't shrink away. Instead, she gave him a smile—her first smile to him all day—and he felt something inside of himself soften slightly.
"Put this back in the tent," she said, shoving the roll of bandages into Auruo's hands. He gave a yelp of protest, but, as everyone on the squad was privy to Petra and the Captain's relationship, he stepped away, with both Erd and Gunther following in his wake.
Alone, Petra sat next to Levi, sidled up on his uninjured side, their legs pressed together.
"I hate you," Levi muttered under his breath, not deigning her with any eye contact. He heard Petra giggle, and he'd never felt more like a child.
"Tell me that again and I won't come by your room tonight, Captain." Petra brushed the hair out of her face, smiling coyly at him. At that, he raised his brow, as if asking, Really? And when he raised his face to look at her, Petra leaned in suddenly, giving him a soft peck on the lips.
"I'm sure the terrible Captain Levi won't be too sad riding in the supply cart," Petra giggled again, speaking in a mocking tone that made him want to roll his eyes. Instead, seeing as the squad was nowhere in sight, he stole another quick kiss, feeling her smile widen under his lips.
