Levi's barely concious when you settle beside him on the grass. He's lucky to even be breathing judging from his injuries. His face is bandaged, an eye lost and a gash that'll leave a nasty scar runs across his face. His right hand is missing his fore and middle fingers, it's a wonder he didn't break anything else.

His one good eye peels open and he gazes at you silently, only recognising you once his vision unblurs. "I'm fine," Levi manages to mumble, a very obvious lie, his breathing laboured as he focuses on you.