The Killshot (Levi x Reader)

Everything (part 1)

"(Y/N)... Can I have some orange juice?" Call said as he weakly opened his eyes.

You were right there beside him. Holding onto his thin weak hand. It had only been an hour since you entered his room. Hearing his feeble voice caused you to bite your inner lip. Pulling yourself together, you showed him a smile and winked. Squeezing his hand before exiting the room to buy his juice.

Walking down the hallways, you saw his doctor. The moment the doctor's eyes land on you, he took a sharp turn.

All your senses told you to follow him and you did.

When you finally managed to corner him, you gave him a gentle tug on the sleeve of his coat.

"Why the fuck did you avoid me?" Your voice strained not to attract attention.

"I-I didn't. You misunderstood. I had a patient that needed attending to."

"Do you know who I am?" You hated playing the name card but at times like this, you could feel that something was wrong.

"Uh, you're Callaway's sister. Who doesn't know you." There was a nervous laughter coming from his mouth. Effort was clearly visible on him trying to remain unfazed and composed at your show of passive aggression.

"Do you know what I do, Doctor Bard?"

"Take care of your brother?"

Pushing him against the wall, you pinned his neck with your forearm. Slowly putting force to suck a bit of air from him.

"I don't think you do. See, I have to do a hell lot of bullshit just to keep him alive. And frankly speaking, I see no improvement whatsoever on his situation. Now tell me, Doctor Bard... Have you been doing your part of the bargain?" You pushed a little more causing him to choke.

"I'm doing what I'm being told to do..."

"Meaning?"

"If you'll follow me to my office, I can show you his records and some letters."

Taking out your Steyr M1912, you pushed the doctor into his office with the muzzle touching his back. Trigger finger ready.

Sitting down by the chair near his desk, you kept the gun pointed at him as he messily rummaged through his files. Sweat was starting to break on his forehead. His breath hitched audibly when he finally found the envelope.

"Here. Everything you need is in here." With trembling hands, he handed you the envelope.

"Hands on your head. Now." Without hesitation, the doctor agreed.

Taking the contents out of the envelope, you saw his prescriptions and antibiotics. Shuffling the papers a little more, you saw small pieces of papers carelessly inserted in between each prescription. Taking them out, you saw the all too familiar penmanship of the Capo.

"Am I reading this right?" You stared blindly into space. The crumpled up piece of paper trembled in your hand.

"I started receiving those 9 months ago." Dr. Bard explained. "I decided not to follow them and continue with Call's meds but then they came to me and with my wife and daughter."

Holding back the urge to cry, you gritted your teeth and put the paper back in the envelope.

"9 months..." You placed the gun down and covered your face with your hands. Your body started to shake and your breathing became uneven. Not being to hold it back, you felt the tears flood on your palms. "If we administer the meds now, can we st--"