Don't Write Me Notes || Levi x Reader

11. it doesn't count if you're hypothermic

"Good girl."

Your eyes shoot open as heat flares in your chest. He's staring at you, smirking, and you smile weakly. "You said that on purpose," you accuse, and your face feels warm. "Don't do that."

His eyes are soft. "Made you smile, though."

It did, you can't deny that. You tip your head sideways, leaning into Levi's touch, and you blink a few times to keep your eyes open. He's got one hand on your face and the other's holding his phone, scrolling through something. "Busy?" you joke weakly.

"Looking up the best ways to handle hypothermia," Levi replies quietly.

"Hypothermia?"

His eyes meet yours again. "Ang, when I found you, your lips were nearly blue."

You stare at him, trying to see if he's kidding, but it doesn't look like he is. Guilt starts to gnaw at you: he had to come after you in the cold just because you couldn't stand your mother and were too nervous to go see him. Now, you've made it so much worse. "I'm so sorry," you murmur, trying to sit up a bit straighter. "God, I- I wasn't thinking-"

"Stop," Levi interrupts, and he shuffles closer to you. "Stop. Don't apologize. Warm up first."

"But-"

"Enough. Warm up."

You want to protest, but you don't have the energy. You sigh softly, leaning back again. "What do I do?" you say quietly, and when Levi's doesn't seem to get what you're saying, you nod at his phone. "To get better. Hypothermia. Can I have a bath?"

"No. Have to warm you up gradually, that would shock your system." He looks at his phone again. "Get rid of wet clothing," he murmurs, "which we did. Blankets to warm you up. Historia's making you tea." His eyes meet yours once again. "Your family's concerned, but once I convinced them I had it handled and you'd be okay, they backed off."

"Did they want to see me?"

"Do you want to see them?"

"No." Your face sours. "They were concerned? All of my family?"

"You fought with your mother," he guesses.

"That obvious?"

"She mentioned it."

"You talked to her?"

"I went trying to find you. And..." Levi trails off, and you frown at him. "I snapped at your mother," he admits begrudgingly. 

You can't help it; you grin. "What'd you say?"

He sighs, looking away. "Something stupid."

"Which was?" When he doesn't reply right away, you add, "I snapped at your stepfather, you snapped at my mother. We're even."

Levi looks back to you. "Something about how I wasn't surprised that you were adopted."

Your grin widens. "Best fake boyfriend ever," you say.

His gaze softens, and his lips curl into what you think is a small smile before there's a knock on the door. Levi calls whoever it is to come in, and it's Historia and Ymir that enter, holding mugs. Levi takes yours for you, and after a quick interrogation of how you're doing (in which the rest of your cousins join in, but thankfully, not your parents), they all leave to give you and Levi privacy.

Levi, firm in his desire for you to stay awake for a while, turns on the television and puts on a movie. Thankfully, the cottage still has service and internet, so you're able to watch something. You try to pick up your mug, but your hands shake a bit too much for your liking, so Levi helps.