(Y/n)'s POV:

I sat in my chair beside Levi's bed gently stroking his hair in hopes of calming him down. He really just needed rest right now and I absolutely did not want to wake him. Knowing if I did, it would be almost impossible to get him back asleep.

I took the rag from his forehead and dipped it into the basin, cooling it off. I then proceeded to gently run it along his sweat-filled body. I started with his face and neck then worked my way down to his bare back and stomach.

I carefully ran it across his stomach trying to avoid putting any pressure into my hands. I really did not want to make him sick again. Once I finished wiping the sweat from Levi's back and stomach, I dipped the rag back into the basin and returned it to his forehead.

I once again began to run my fingers through his hair and massaged his scalp. I could tell by the way his brows were harshly furrowed that Levi's head was being to give him some trouble. As I continued to rub his temples his stomach let out a really sickly sound and Levi was soon bounding to the bathroom.

I quickly chased after him expecting to see him practically nose-diving into the porcelain bowl, but instead, he whipped his boxers down and sat on the toilet. My confusion was quickly quelled when I heard Levi harshly evacuate his bowels tainting the once clean water a nasty brown.

Levi had hot tears streaming down his face as his bowels continued to forcefully reject anything they were holding.

As his bowels continued to violently empty, his stomach decided it would be a good time to revolt and Levi let out a harsh gag. I quickly grabbed the small trash bin we kept in the bathroom and held it under his chin. He heaved and gagged only managing to bring up a little bit of stomach acid and bile since he had basically puked everything up by now.

I sat there rubbing his back as his sickness continued to fight its way out both ends. He continued to cry, gag, and empty his bowels for the next 7 minutes before his stomach finally gave him a break.

"No baby, hey. Why are you crying?" I questioned in a very concerned tone.

"You literally just watched me shit myself while puking my guts out!" He sobbed out

"Awww Levi, there's nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about. You're sick baby, and I would never judge you or get mad at you over it. You can't help it." I cooed while rubbing his back comfortingly. I left the bathroom to let Levi get himself cleaned up.

As he was doing that, I grabbed the glass of water off the nightstand. I gently knocked on the door to see if he was done, opening the door and walking in when I heard him call "come in" quietly.

"Hey, I know you're feeling pretty shitty right now and the last thing you want is to put something in your stomach. But can you please try and drink some water for me? All this vomiting is gonna dehydrate you and then your sickness could get way worse." He gave me a wary glance before carefully lifting the glass from my hands and to his lips.

Satisfied when the liquid didn't make an immediate reappearance, he took a few more small gulps before handing the glass back to me. I set the glass on the counter before gently lifting Levi to his feet and guiding him back to bed.

Once we made it back, I carefully pushed him down onto the bed and got him situated under the covers. I then placed a newly wet cold washcloth on his head and a clean trash bin beside the bed. I grabbed the glass of water from the bathroom and returned it to the nightstand, before sitting down in my beside chair and lightly stroking Levi's hair.

I sighed contently as he slowly drifted off into a fevered slumber. All the vomiting must have worn the small man out. It really upset me to see him so sick, but that also made me more determined to help him get better. I missed my titan killing machine boyfriend. Even if he was shy about being affectionate in public I was still hopelessly in love with the man.

I moved my hand down to his churning stomach and began to soothingly rub it. I could feel the little bit of water that he drank earlier turning dangerously. I slowly brought the trash can closer ready in case it decided to make an unwelcome reappearance. Levi began to toss and turn so I stopped rubbing his stomach and brought the trash bin onto the bed.

Levi suddenly shot up scaring me and causing me to drop the trash bin. 'Fuck' was all that crossed my mind.