2 years later.
26 hours left.
10 PM
Trost Hospital
"God I hate that man." Eren sneers as he watches Kenny walk away with Erwin, the blond man visibly tense. Eren's nurse, Annie, shrugs and pours herself another cup of coffee, blue eyes sharp and uncaring.
Kenny, the owner of the chain of hospitals that Erwin looked over, (see: supreme ruled with an iron fist of terror for his own amusement.) was never pleased with how the hospital's doctors worked. Namely…how he and Levi worked.
The man was a homophobic and thought that if he was, then everyone else should be too. One can only imagine how badly of a heart attack he had when the man found out his two best doctors were…well, gay.
Kenny, of course, wanted an immediate removal of the two after they were married, but somehow Erwin broke into his cold little heart and persuaded the man to not fire the two.
Even though they still had their jobs, Levi and Eren found themselves under the line of fire of Kenny more often than not nowadays.
Eren clenches his jaw and downs the rest of his coffee, trying to calm his frazzled nerves, before following his nurse back to some of his patients, reviewing their files over and over again until he's made himself sick.
Annie checks out at 10:30 and Eren tiredly tells her goodnight. He works for another half hour and after a while he finds himself standing outside one of his more delicate patient's room, half asleep when his husband comes up to him.
"You idiot. Go home and get some sleep. They don't need you now." Levi flicks his forehead and Eren blinks rapidly, staring dumbly at the short man as he processes his words.
"But…" He slurs, running a hand through his messy chocolate locks. "They…need me."
"And I need you. Awake. Alive. Well." Levi gently leads him through the dark hospital and checks him out (11:00 on the dot) before walking him to the car ramp.
"I want you calling me when you get home. The minute you get home." Levi commands him and Eren nods tiredly before pulling out his car keys. He pulls Levi in for a quick hug and kisses him gently with a goofy smile.
"I love you Levi."
The shorter man rolls his dull eyes, running a hand through the mess of hair on top his husband's head. "I know brat. I love you too."
Eren smiles slightly and kisses him once more before sliding into the driver's seat of the silver car. He raises his hand, mouthing, "Call you soon." before starting up the car.
Levi sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose as he makes his way back inside where a tired nurse is waiting. He groans silently. "Her again?"
The nurse nods and hands him a folder as they make their way down to the ICU. "Her blood pressure levels have spiked and we put her on a saline drip. We're still waiting for a donor."
"Let's hope she gets one soon…for both of us." He mutters, drawing the curtain back. He stares at his patient for a moment before slipping on a pair of gloves with a snap.
The rest of the night he works patiently before making sure the patient was stable once more, his tired mind slowly slipping away from the bad feeling he got when he saw Eren drive home alone. Levi even forgets that Eren still hasn't called him yet.
Levi leaves at around 11:30, eyes drooping in pure exhaustion as he drives back home. Luckily not many cars were out to give him the irritation he normally experiences.
He pulls into their garage and grumbles when he sees Eren's car parked in there. He gets out of his car with a slam and pulls his keys out, muttering under his breath.
"Damn brat forgot to call me. I told him twice to-" And when he walks inside his house he understands why his young husband never called.
His dull, gray eyes drag over the blood spatters that line the white carpet in their living room. It was obvious there had been a struggle, as the front door had nail scratches on it and the million dollar vases were smashed on the ground, the table they rested on scratched up as well.
He can almost hear his husband's desperate screams for help and he closes his eyes in pain, cursing himself for making his tired husband leave without him.
With a shuddering sigh he opens his eyes once more, alert as his hand grabs his phone. Turning into the kitchen he freezes, his socked foot now damp with the crimson blood that dampens the floor.
Let's play a game, Rivaille.
Find yourself, find the boy.
24 hours.
The clock is ticking.
His fingers ghost over the blood-written note on the wall, and he knows in his heart of hearts that it was Eren's blood that stained their walls.
His shaking fingers unlock his phone and he numbly calls the first person he thinks of.
The man answers sleepily on the other end and Levi swallows hard when he hears his voice. "Levi? What's wrong? Did you have a complication with one of your patients?"
"No Erwin. This is much worse." He's crying. He never cries.
"Eren's been kidnapped. And in 24 hours…he'll be dead."