"W-What… happened?" Levi rasped. His voice sounded foreign to himself, hoarse, raw, like metal scraping against concrete.
The moment Zion heard him, his head snapped toward the bed. Their eyes locked, Levi wide with confusion, Zion's rimmed red and shining with disbelief, as if he couldn't decide whether to be relieved, terrified, or both at once.
"How… how are you fine?" Zion stammered, disbelief cracking his voice. He had just come from the doctors' office, where every word had painted a picture of Levi teetering on the edge of death, his condition so grave that they were preparing for the worst.
And yet, here Levi was, sitting up, meeting his gaze with a healthy complexion, looking nothing like someone who should have been fighting for his life. His voice was still hoarse and grating, raw from the oxygen and strain as it was dry, but aside from that, Levi was fine.
