(Y/n)'s POV:

I continued to rub his back and slowly moved up to once again pet his jet black locks. I laid my head down on top of his as I continued stroking his hair. I placed a gentle kiss on Levi's forehead, and then I grabbed the now-forgotten cloth. I, unfortunately, had to get up and rewet the washcloth.

Once the small towel was cold again, I pulled Levi's bangs out of the way and placed the washcloth on his steaming forehead. I carefully lifted him and slid under him. I set him back down in my lap and I got settled back on the bed.

I gingerly placed my hand on his angry stomach to see how upset it still was. I cringed as I felt the sickly organ gurgle and churn, wanting to send itself flying up Levi's throat. I rubbed small circles on it in attempts to calm it down even a little.

My strategy worked for a couple of minutes, but just as expected, throwing up was inevitable. His stomach was tired of waiting and decided to pool its self in Levi's mouth. He rushed to grab the trash bin and hunch over it.

I rubbed his back and pulled his hair out of the way as his stomach continued to forcefully pour itself past Levi's lips and into the bin below. He continued to belch and heave, sending wave after wave of sick into the bin. After about 6 minutes his stomach finally decided to settle and give him a break.

I placed the sick bin on the ground as Levi collapsed heavily against my chest. I gently stroked his cheek and planted kisses on the top of his head. He whined in discomfort as his stomach once again began churning roughly.

I eased myself up, placing a pillow under Levi as I did so. I headed towards the bathroom, making sure to grab the bucket of sick on the way there. I swiftly emptied the bin into the toilet and rinsed it in the tub.

Once it was all clean, I walked back to the bedroom and set it at Levi's bedside. I decided to sit in the chair next to his bed as to not wake him, or upset his stomach again. I gently laid my hand on Levi's cheek and stroked it softly. He leaned into it slightly and I internally 'awed'.

I moved my fingers up to his hair and began to pet that as well. I ran my hand through his sweat-soaked locks, smoothing them down as I did so. I could feel the heat rolling off him in waves and knew that he would be sick for a while yet.

I grabbed the cloth from his forehead and gently dabbed it against his cheeks and neck. I saw him sigh as the cool rag touched his burning skin. I should probably take his temperature, but I don't have the heart to wake Levi up after he finally got to sleep. Plus, his stomach still sounded really bad so if I woke him, who knows how that would affect it. I don't exactly fancy getting projectile vomited on.

I decided to just let him sleep and continued pulling my fingers through his locks. As he slept, I began to worry about all the vomiting dehydrating Levi. I made a subconscious decision to get him to drink some water when he awoke.

Levi managed to stay asleep for about an hour and a half before his angry stomach became impatient and woke him with a harsh heave. I scrambled for the trash bin and quickly slid it under his chin. He grabbed the bin with a white-knuckled grip and shoved his face into it.

I heard his stomach gurgle, letting out a wet burp. He groaned sickly into the bin and I gently placed my hand on his tense, toned back. As he once again heaved unproductively, I wrapped my hand around his stomach and began to carefully add pressure.

He moaned in protest as I pressed my fingers into his bloated belly, his usual hard abs barely present. I let up on the pressure a little bit and as soon as I took my hand off, a wave of sick flowed past Levi's lips. He lurched forward and retched into the dirtied bin. I gathered his hair in my hands, making sure the sick wouldn't touch it.

He heaved the last remains of his lunch into the bin, his stomach no longer having anything to bring up.

Levi stayed firmly planted over the bin as he dry heaved repeatedly, no matter how many times I told him he had nothing left to bring up, he wouldn't move. I sighed and kept running my fingers lovingly along his spine. It broke my heart to see my usually strong, stone-faced boyfriend in so much misery.

I grabbed the washcloth from the bed and pressed gently to his forehead. He sighed as I continued to wipe the sweat from his brow. Before he could doze off again, I grabbed the glass of water and help him sit up and take a few sips.

Thankfully, Levi managed to fall asleep without any more revisits from his stomach contents.

I curled up in his bed, next to him and carefully encircled him in my arms. He leaned into my chest and welcomed the embrace.