Levi knew something was different. Nothing drastic had happened. The world was still spinning, the titans were still a problem, and his cadets were still as immature as ever. Maybe it was something wrong with him.

It had to be something wrong with him. He felt warm in his face. Hange had laughed at him for having a hint of color on his cheeks, and he couldn’t explain it. Maybe he was sick? That had to be it.

As he headed down to the infirmary, there you were. He could already feel this…this sickness again. His whole body felt warm, and his heart was beating faster. Oh by the Walls…was he dying?