It wasn't a particularly nasty feeling. If it weren't for the awful, aching pain in the back of his head, Moblit would have even enjoyed it.
It felt like he was flying - not gliding like he did when using his ODM gear, but rather floating, just existing in a vast ocean of nothingness.
The fingers that softly moved through his hair helped him relax too. Moblit could spend an eternity laying like that.
But then voices appeared. Quiet murmurs at first, they became more insistent, more intent on pulling him away from that soothing feeling.
One of the voices, albeit soft, was still too loud, leaving him with no choice but to listen.
"Just look at his cheeks! They're so squishy and smooth! And his hair! It's so soft! Not as soft as yours, of course, but still... How does he manage to keep it so shiny all the time?"
"He showers more than once a week, four-eyes," another voice joined, this one much huskier. "And stop touching him while he's unconscious. It's weird and inappropriate."
"Oh? Someone's jealous?" the first voice cooked. "But really, it's incredibly soft, just touch it!"
"I'm not touching your poor assistant's hair. You should stop doing it as well."
"But I think he likes it..."
The voices didn't die out, no matter how hard Moblit tried to ignore them. He recognized them long ago, but some part of him wanted to deny it...
"Oh no," he opened his eyes, and just as expected saw the faces of Captain Levi and Squad Leader Hange looming over him. Moblit groaned, closing his eyes back again. "Am I in hell?"
"No, silly!" Squad Leader laughed. "You're in your room," ah, so it was his own couch that felt so heavenly soft? "Levi and I brought you here after you collapsed all of a sudden."
"All of a sudden?" Captain Levi scoffed. "How many times have I told you to give him some rest? I knew it was going to happen. And I warned you."
"Well, maybe, you should rest a bit," Hange stroked his brow gently. "I've pushed too much onto you, Mob, eh?"
The tone of his Squad Leader was cautious, filled with regret. It tugged at Moblit's heart, and he grunted with effort, opening his eyes and raising up to a sitting position.
"No, no, it's alright," he assured Hange. "I'm fine, I can continue working," he glanced at the window, wincing as he saw the setting sun. "Maybe, not today, but tomorrow..."
"Tomorrow you'll be resting too," Levi pushed him back down, his movement rough but careful.
"But, Captain, I-"
"Berner," Levi spoke lowly. "You need to take a break. And," he added, looking at him pointedly. "You're not the only one."
"I'm afraid Levi is right," Hange agreed mournfully. "You should take a day-off, relax and gather your strength."
"And you, Squad Leader?"
"Ah, since you won't be here to help," Hange stretched out, grinning down at him. "I guess I can take a break too. Maybe, go into town..." lowering her voice, she added. "I think someone feels a little neglected..."
Hange winked, and Moblit chuckled, watching how a blush started to appear on Captain's cheek.
"Have fun then."
"Oh, I most certainly will," Hange gave Levi a long, sly look before turning back to Moblit. "Have a nice day, Mob," she bent down, leaving a gentle kiss on his forehead. "Thank you for your hard work."
Moblit smiled, taking a more comfortable position on the couch. Perhaps, his superiors were right, he did need a break. He felt like he could sleep for a decade.
He was certainly not the only one in need of some rest. There were dark circles under Hange's eyes and when she left the room hand in hand with Captain, she did so with almost visible relief.
When the door closed after them, Moblit closed his eyes again, slowly falling into a deep, peaceful slumber.
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