He sits up to the sound of knocking on his door. With a defeated sigh, he gets up and is about to answer the door when he stops cold. Perfume. Hers.
He pauses, ignoring the persistent knocking on the door, and takes a deep breath. His eyes open wide with excitement! You're still here somewhere, you have to be! He searches his quarters frantically, despairing more and more the longer he searches. You're nowhere.
"Y/N!" The knocking comes again, louder and more persistent.
"Levi!" It's Hanji. He rips the door open, yanking her into his quarters.
"Do you smell that? Hanji, do you smell it?" His fingers are digging painfully into her arms, his face a mask of frustration and pain.
"Levi! You're hurting me, stop!" He lets go of her then, running his fingers through his hair anxiously he asks again.
"Do you?" She gives him a cautious look and sniffs the air. "Perfume?"
"Oh thank the fucking walls, I'm not going crazy." He breathes a sigh of relief and sits on his couch, strength gone. "It's hers, Hanji. I smelled it once before, but it was gone before I could really be sure. She was here, with me."
He puts his face in his hands and starts to cry. Unaccustomed to this emotional reaction, he begins to choke, which only makes him cry harder. After a few moments, he takes a deep snuffling breath and looks up.
'He looks absolutely haunted'. Hanji thinks, and comes to sit beside him. "I can't do this anymore Hanji. I can't have just these fleeting moments. What the fuck am I supposed to do? Help me, Hanji."
"I honestly don't know how to help with this." She says, and he begins to cry again. "I came to get a look at your injuries. May I?"
He shrugs and looks out the window, eyes filled with pain. She looks him over quickly, then cleans and redresses his wounds.
"Go back to bed. Do as much sleeping as you can today. I'll tell Erwin I have you on bed rest. I feel this is the best I can do to help."
"Thank you Hanji." His voice, barely above a whisper is cracked with pain. Giving him a sympathetic look she closes the door behind her.
He makes his way back to his bed, praying for sleep but it doesn't come. Just this anxious gnawing feeling, a despair that has him all but convinced he'll never see her again.
Frustrated, he gets up and focuses on some paperwork, hoping the monoteny will wear him down. Eventually it does, and he drags himself off to bed, praying for sleep. He....