So I wasn't going to update today, because of the whole "Ten Day" thing, but then I received some eager reviews and who am I to deny my lovely readers anything? I mean, I am the author, but since when does that actually count for anything?
Read, enjoy, review. ;-D
About two hours after Hanji's visit, I couldn't take the heat anymore. Don't get me wrong, cuddling with Levi is a dream come true for me, but his little fever is making it difficult to breathe between the sheets. I just need a little bit of fresh air, maybe empty out my bladder and eat something while I'm at it.
It's not like I have anywhere to go.
I sigh as I sink into the cool fabric of the couch and munch happily on a breakfast sandwich. Sunlight is slowly trickling into the apartment from between the curtains. I sip on the coffee that Hanji sent up for me, its good coffee. Well, it was good coffee until I spilt it all on the front of my shirt and pants when Levi suddenly sat up and shrieked my name.
"Ow- ow ow, shit,"
I strip the scalding shirt and pants off as quickly as I can, I hurry towards Levi and stub my toe against the table. Hard.
"FUCK!"
I bounce on my left foot while cradling my aching right foot to my hip when Levi starts thrashing and shrieking at the top of his lungs. The blankets are wrapped around him and he tries to open his wings to escape.
I hobble over to him and grab hold of his shoulders. "I'm here, I'm here. Shhh,"
Of course he doesn't hear me, he starts thrashing even harder and he spreads his wings wider. He tries to bat me away, and almost succeeds, but I pull him to my chest and lock him against me. He thrashes some more, trying to twist away from me.
"LEVI!"
That seems to get through to him, his eyes lose their confused haze and they lock on mine. He looks like he's about to cry, his cheeks are tinted red with fever and his lips look parched. If I hadn't known his actual age I would have thought he was in his late teens. He looks so lost, so innocent.
He grabs at my neck. His palms resting against my jugulars and his fingers lacing together behind my neck, he pulls my head down and presses his forehead to mine.
"Don't you fucking dare leave the Tower, okay? You have to fucking promise me that you will not leave the Tower,"
His eyes burn with a mind numbing intensity, silvery eyes are clear for the moment and he shakes a little under the passion of his own words.
"Promise me!"
He knocks his forehead to mine and I wince a little before nodding.
"I- I promise-"
"You promise what?"
"I promise I won't leave the Tower!"
I watch in horror as he sags again, as if losing all his strength. He lies down, in a position that doesn't look comfortable at all.
"Come on, you need to eat and stay hydrated,"
"-don't want to," he wines like a four year old.
"Yes, Levi, you have to,"
"But- don't want to,"
"Come on,"
I climb off the bed and help him sit up; quickly I rearrange the pillows behind his back so that he can sit comfortably. I then go fetch the soup from where I left if on the table. It's a good thing it came with a hot bean bag to keep it warm. I grab a spoon and remove the lid from the bowl, move back to the bed. I'm about to hand him the bowl when I remember how weak his grip was after his outburst. I sit down with him, place the spoon in the soup and lift it out again. I offer it to him, only to find him glaring at me.
"I can feed myself,"
"Go ahead than,"
I offer him the spoon, I watch as his hand slightly shakes as it closes around the metal handle. I smile a little as he focuses far too hard on keeping the spoon steady. He puts it in his mouth and swallows. He glances up at me as he hands me the spoon again. Then he crosses his arms over his chest and huffs. I chuckle and continue to feed him until all the soup is gone.
He grumbles and crawls back under the covers while I put the bowl away.
I change into a different shirt and pants after applying cream to my burns. Then I head back over to the bed to check on Levi.
So… sick Levi anyone?