There was a single lantern still lit in the infirmary this late. Most, if not all, the scouts would be asleep by now after an exhausting, unfruitful expedition. All except two.

In the dimly lit corner of the infirmary, Levi cleanched his teeth as you dabbed disinfectant onto his open wounds. He’d refused to see a nurse at first, but now, as he sat before you, he realized how foolish that choice had been.

“A warning would be nice, brat.”