Simply to put it, Levi were sick. You were trying to help but.. He feared you touching you for a mere second could get you sick too. "Do you wanna get sick or something? Get out." He said, scooting away.

"I can handle myself", he said as he would lay and stuff his face into the pillow. It's clear he didn't intend to do that, but couldn't really move due to how weak he was.

You placed the teacup onto the nightstand, trying to help him up. "Don't. You. Dare." He said, muffled.