𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓.ᴀɴɴɪᴇ ʟᴇᴏɴʜᴀʀᴅᴛ, ᴍɪᴋᴀꜱᴀ ᴀᴄᴋᴇʀᴍᴀɴ

『𝟏𝟎』𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊

𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐀𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐋 𝟏𝟖𝐓𝐇, 𝟖𝟓𝟎 𝐀𝐓 𝐗𝐗:𝐗𝐗

⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺⸺

  "Miss (L/N)?" the docile hand that touched to your shoulder was accompanied by a somewhat muddled voice that pronounced each word carefully, them shaking you lightly and causing you to slowly blink your eyes open with their persistence -the very next sensation you felt rolling over your body being the cold sweat that made you want to shiver slightly.

  "ᴴᵐ?" you managed to mutter out, sitting up more wherever you were and squinting your eyes from a sudden, bright light that made your head hurt in an almost nauseating way the more you became aware of it, "ᵂʰᵃᵗ'ˢ... ᵍᵒⁱⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ?"

  "You're ok," the voice reassured you with a tranquillity that, had you been in a better state of mind, surely would have eased you, "You're in the infirmary right now, you fell asleep in your chair and we need to transfer you into your room. Is that ok?"

  Hazily, images of you making your way over to the very place the tone said passed your mind, causing you to gently shake your head to refocus but instead wincing at the movement, 'Shit, that... that really fucking hurts.' you noted to yourself with a sharp intake of the air around you, screwing your eyes shut to try and fight back the wave of discomfort that surged throughout you at that moment. Fortunately for you however, the person speaking to you seemed to understand that you were trying to say that you were ok with their motives of taking you to your new room, so they carefully helped you up -all while giving a command to someone else you couldn't see, "ᴳʳᵃᵇ ʰᵉʳ ᵇᵃᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᵉʳ, ʷⁱˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ?"

  No words were spoken in response, but your foggy mind could piece together that the person had put up no fight to their order when soft footsteps padded on the floor of the waiting room, that noise soon being followed by the rustling of fabric -presumably your bag.

  You weren't quite sure where you were heading at the moment -aside from the fact that it was to your new room- but you complied with their wishes nonetheless, trying your best to walk on your own but not completely being able to do so as you stumbled your way in the unknown direction, 'How did my body get so weak so fast?' you couldn't help but complain -and wonder- to yourself as you trudged onwards, 'Was I already coming down with something, and the lack of sleep didn't help any? Was it because I finally got some sleep and my body had a small chance to recuperate that it's hitting me so hard right now?'

  Eventually, you found yourself stopping at a doorway, the individual who had escorted you to the frame pausing to open the door before continuing to help you over, "Just a little bit more, miss. We want to get you over to the further bed so you'll be able to rest better, do you think you can make it?"

  The words echoed painfully in your skull, causing you to pause for a moment in a grimace before you could even think about answering, "ʸ⁻ʸᵉˢ." you meekly spoke -despite not even knowing where it was- pursing your lips shut when you felt an itch in the back of your throat that made you want to cough, a feeling of fleeting butterflies that tickled at your airways and seemed to be relentless in their attempts of escape.

  With the further assistance from the medic, you were stopped in front of a hospital's cot-like bed -you being helped to sit down for a moment before you were ushered to lay down and continue to slumber, "Miss, please go back to sleep. Your body needs the rest," came a mellowed tone, drenched in a maternal care that currently served to soothe you, "I'm sure you'll feel much better once you wake up."

  It wasn't as if you needed much coaxing to feel drowsiness wash over you though, so that was exactly why you allowed yourself to sink under the covers that were being pulled over you; your head sinking into the surprisingly plush pillow that seemed to mould to you, feeling a numbness infect and disperse throughout your body that soon lulled you off into a comforting, cosy sleep.