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Chapter Eight

Eren's POV

I sit on the examining table at Levi's doctor. Levi himself stands next to me, holding my hand in his.

A few weeks ago I sat in this office while the doctor took blood and other various things, he poked and prodded me, and finally he had told me to come back on this date to get the results.

Here we were, Levi and I, anxious to get the results back.

The doctor walked in, a frown on his face while flipping through papers in the folder in his hands.

He glanced up and sent us a tired smile. “Afternoon, gentlemen. I have some good and some bad news.”

I stiffen.

“Good news is that we found nothing wrong with you.” Levi softens his grip on my hand a bit, I didn't even realize he had clenched his fingers.

“Bad news, sir?” Levi asked him.

“Bad news is we found nothing wrong with you.” I cock an eyebrow in confusion. The doctor sighs. “If we had found something we could diagnose you and give you treatment, but we right now have no clue what is wrong, so it would be even more dangerous for us to try and treat you.”

“Isn't there anything you can do?” Levi asks.

The doctor sighs and shakes his head. “I'm sorry, sir, but there is nothing I can do other then refer you to another doctor.”

He pulls a slip of paper out and hands it to me. I look and it and read the name of a weird sounding doctor.

I look at the doctor. “Go to him, he might be able to help.” The doctor strides forward to shake our hands. “Sorry, gentlemen, but you will have to excuse me now.” He nods at us nad makes his exit.

Levi sighs. “Well, nothing to be done except go to this new doctor.”

I nod and jump off the examination table.

Levi keeps a firm grip on my hand all the way to his cafe for a cup of tea.

Over the next several months my headaches and blind flashes get worse and worse. Levi desperately tried to get a doctor who could help me. He threw himself into finding new ones, and getting me to any doctor that was recommended. He actually was doing more about my condition then I was.

I just didn't see a point. For every doctor we went to said the same thing. That there was nothing wrong with me. Then they would refer me to another doctor who said the same exact thing. I just didn't see much point in trying to help myself anymore.

One day, a Saturday, Levi was working in the cafe while I looked out the window. A cup plopped down in front of me, the liquid inside sloshing around.

I looked up to see Levi scowling at me. “Brat, do something other then stare.”

Lately, every time we go to his cafe, I have done nothing but stare out the window. I used to read, or draw, or even play on my phone. But I just don't want to distract myself with the brightness outside of my life. Besides, nowadays the bright screen hurts my eyes to much to even think of looking at it, and the words and lines dance on the page to much for me to concentrate.

I turn from Levi to look at some of the people in the cafe.

There is a young couple making out in what they probably think is their 'secret' kissing spot in a nook at the back. On the other end of the restaurant a man and a woman with a baby who is wailing are trying desperately for the baby to shush. A young man sits on his phone, glancing at a woman who is reading her book at a table nearby. Another woman is looking at the man from behind a newspaper. A love triangle right in front of my eyes and I find I don't care.

Levi makes a loud tsk noise that draws my attention back to him. “Eren, please.”

I reach for the cup he pushes my way and sip at it. I glance towards the street when a white flash appears, but it was only the metal on a mans belt flashing.

“Eren.”

I rip my eyes from the man to Levi. He is sitting the seat across from me, his brow creased.

I try to speak—question him or tell him to fuck off, I'm not sure. But the words are not coming out. Instead my mind kind of blanks, and an off garble sounds comes out.

Levi stares at me. “Are you mocking me, brat?”

Again when I try to answer the weird gurgle comes out.

“Brat, I swear, stop this nonsense. Use your words.”

I swallow a few times, and try to speak, but blank again, and the rude sounds returns.

“Eren, quite it. This is childish.”

I keep working to speak, but words evade me.

“Eren, for the love of god stop it!”

I determinedly try once more, and after a moment a word steps forward. “....can't....” I swallow. Then another one hops up. “...help...”

Levi's expression goes from annoyed to scared. “Eren....?”

No words make themselves known, only the odd language of newborns.

Levi yelled at Jean that he was to run the shop until closing time. Jean poked his long face out, seemingly disgruntled over this new occurrence. But when he saw Levi's scared face he shut up and went back to making tea after saying “Yes, sir.”

Levi stood me up and gently tugged me along the block to my apartment. He took out his key that I had given him and pulled the door open.

He gently sat me down on the sofa and got me a glass of water. While I drank that he rubbed my back, massaging the nape of my neck.

After a minute or so I tried to speak again, and the mumble of a word poked its head out. Levi kept rubbing my back, encouraging me.

I held my cup out to him and he went to refill it while I kept trying to get my thoughts to form into words. But something seemed to be blocking me. Like a figurative wall that I alone was battling.

Levi handed me back the water and I raised it to my lips, my hands trembling. However, when the water hit my throat my muscles seemed to forget how to swallow and I started choking.

Levi panicked and started knocking on my back hard to hopefully clear my airways.

The water sprayed from my lips and into my lap, leaving me gasping for air.

Levi picked the glass up that had fallen to the ground and quickly rushed to the kitchen, grabbing a towel. He wiped my face off, and tried to dry my clothes. He the placed it on the floor to gather that water as well.

My breathing was ragged, and I was exhausted. I collapsed back on the cushions, gasping for air.

Levi looked at me, terrified over what was happening.

His hand reached for the phone, probably to dial 911, but I shook my head at him. I don't need the hospital.

Levi sighed, but removed his hand from the device.

My breathing was gradually slowing and my throat felt a little less ragged.

I managed to force two words to bypass the wall in my throat. “...please....stay....”

Levi nodded and lifted me into his arms, carrying me like my weight was nothing.

He set me down in my bed, and lay down next to me, after removing our shoes. He tugged the blankets over the two of us.

My eyes slipped close and I tried to get out three words, for Levi needed to hear them. I have no clue as to if my voice will ever come back, and he needs to hear. “....I...........love..........you......”

After that, all of my strength failed me and I slipped into the realm of sleep.

Levi's POV

Eren's condition just continually seems to get worse and worse. I keep dragging him to doctors, but nothing I do makes anything any better.

I watch his cute face as he sleeps and brush his hair from his forehead.

The image is ruined while memories of Eren being unable to form words, and then him chocking from not being able to swallow.

I start to quiver, even just remembering it sends waves of fear rolling through me.

Every day it seems more and more likely that Eren is in life-threatening danger, and yet he still doesn't want me to call the hospital.

And not only does he not seem to recognize how badly his condition is, but he also is becoming more and more apathetic towards anything concerning his health.

Eren is also so very distractable, any small thing makes him lose his train of thought or just leave a conversation.

I wrap my arms around Eren, holding him close to me.

And sleep grabs me as well, as I slip into the uneasy sleep of those who fear for their lovers life.

Description
Chapter Eight

Eren's POV

I sit on the examining table at Levi's doctor. Levi himself stands next to me, holding my hand in his.

A few weeks ago I sat in this office while the doctor took blood and other various things, he poked and prodded me, and finally he had told me to come back on this date to get the results.

Here we were, Levi and I, anxious to get the results back.

The doctor walked in, a frown on his face while flipping through papers in the folder in his hands.

He glanced up and sent us a tired smile. “Afternoon, gentlemen. I have some good and some bad news.”

I stiffen.

“Good news is that we found nothing wrong with you.” Levi softens his grip on my hand a bit, I didn't even realize he had clenched his fingers.

“Bad news, sir?” Levi asked him.

“Bad news is we found nothing wrong with you.” I cock an eyebrow in confusion. The doctor sighs. “If we had found something we could diagnose you and give you treatment, but we right now have no clue what is wrong, so it would be even more dangerous for us to try and treat you.”

“Isn't there anything you can do?” Levi asks.

The doctor sighs and shakes his head. “I'm sorry, sir, but there is nothing I can do other then refer you to another doctor.”

He pulls a slip of paper out and hands it to me. I look and it and read the name of a weird sounding doctor.

I look at the doctor. “Go to him, he might be able to help.” The doctor strides forward to shake our hands. “Sorry, gentlemen, but you will have to excuse me now.” He nods at us nad makes his exit.

Levi sighs. “Well, nothing to be done except go to this new doctor.”

I nod and jump off the examination table.

Levi keeps a firm grip on my hand all the way to his cafe for a cup of tea.

Over the next several months my headaches and blind flashes get worse and worse. Levi desperately tried to get a doctor who could help me. He threw himself into finding new ones, and getting me to any doctor that was recommended. He actually was doing more about my condition then I was.

I just didn't see a point. For every doctor we went to said the same thing. That there was nothing wrong with me. Then they would refer me to another doctor who said the same exact thing. I just didn't see much point in trying to help myself anymore.

One day, a Saturday, Levi was working in the cafe while I looked out the window. A cup plopped down in front of me, the liquid inside sloshing around.

I looked up to see Levi scowling at me. “Brat, do something other then stare.”

Lately, every time we go to his cafe, I have done nothing but stare out the window. I used to read, or draw, or even play on my phone. But I just don't want to distract myself with the brightness outside of my life. Besides, nowadays the bright screen hurts my eyes to much to even think of looking at it, and the words and lines dance on the page to much for me to concentrate.

I turn from Levi to look at some of the people in the cafe.

There is a young couple making out in what they probably think is their 'secret' kissing spot in a nook at the back. On the other end of the restaurant a man and a woman with a baby who is wailing are trying desperately for the baby to shush. A young man sits on his phone, glancing at a woman who is reading her book at a table nearby. Another woman is looking at the man from behind a newspaper. A love triangle right in front of my eyes and I find I don't care.

Levi makes a loud tsk noise that draws my attention back to him. “Eren, please.”

I reach for the cup he pushes my way and sip at it. I glance towards the street when a white flash appears, but it was only the metal on a mans belt flashing.

“Eren.”

I rip my eyes from the man to Levi. He is sitting the seat across from me, his brow creased.

I try to speak—question him or tell him to fuck off, I'm not sure. But the words are not coming out. Instead my mind kind of blanks, and an off garble sounds comes out.

Levi stares at me. “Are you mocking me, brat?”

Again when I try to answer the weird gurgle comes out.

“Brat, I swear, stop this nonsense. Use your words.”

I swallow a few times, and try to speak, but blank again, and the rude sounds returns.

“Eren, quite it. This is childish.”

I keep working to speak, but words evade me.

“Eren, for the love of god stop it!”

I determinedly try once more, and after a moment a word steps forward. “....can't....” I swallow. Then another one hops up. “...help...”

Levi's expression goes from annoyed to scared. “Eren....?”

No words make themselves known, only the odd language of newborns.

Levi yelled at Jean that he was to run the shop until closing time. Jean poked his long face out, seemingly disgruntled over this new occurrence. But when he saw Levi's scared face he shut up and went back to making tea after saying “Yes, sir.”

Levi stood me up and gently tugged me along the block to my apartment. He took out his key that I had given him and pulled the door open.

He gently sat me down on the sofa and got me a glass of water. While I drank that he rubbed my back, massaging the nape of my neck.

After a minute or so I tried to speak again, and the mumble of a word poked its head out. Levi kept rubbing my back, encouraging me.

I held my cup out to him and he went to refill it while I kept trying to get my thoughts to form into words. But something seemed to be blocking me. Like a figurative wall that I alone was battling.

Levi handed me back the water and I raised it to my lips, my hands trembling. However, when the water hit my throat my muscles seemed to forget how to swallow and I started choking.

Levi panicked and started knocking on my back hard to hopefully clear my airways.

The water sprayed from my lips and into my lap, leaving me gasping for air.

Levi picked the glass up that had fallen to the ground and quickly rushed to the kitchen, grabbing a towel. He wiped my face off, and tried to dry my clothes. He the placed it on the floor to gather that water as well.

My breathing was ragged, and I was exhausted. I collapsed back on the cushions, gasping for air.

Levi looked at me, terrified over what was happening.

His hand reached for the phone, probably to dial 911, but I shook my head at him. I don't need the hospital.

Levi sighed, but removed his hand from the device.

My breathing was gradually slowing and my throat felt a little less ragged.

I managed to force two words to bypass the wall in my throat. “...please....stay....”

Levi nodded and lifted me into his arms, carrying me like my weight was nothing.

He set me down in my bed, and lay down next to me, after removing our shoes. He tugged the blankets over the two of us.

My eyes slipped close and I tried to get out three words, for Levi needed to hear them. I have no clue as to if my voice will ever come back, and he needs to hear. “....I...........love..........you......”

After that, all of my strength failed me and I slipped into the realm of sleep.

Levi's POV

Eren's condition just continually seems to get worse and worse. I keep dragging him to doctors, but nothing I do makes anything any better.

I watch his cute face as he sleeps and brush his hair from his forehead.

The image is ruined while memories of Eren being unable to form words, and then him chocking from not being able to swallow.

I start to quiver, even just remembering it sends waves of fear rolling through me.

Every day it seems more and more likely that Eren is in life-threatening danger, and yet he still doesn't want me to call the hospital.

And not only does he not seem to recognize how badly his condition is, but he also is becoming more and more apathetic towards anything concerning his health.

Eren is also so very distractable, any small thing makes him lose his train of thought or just leave a conversation.

I wrap my arms around Eren, holding him close to me.

And sleep grabs me as well, as I slip into the uneasy sleep of those who fear for their lovers life.