Fablehaven Oneshots

lovesick

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Set after
Keys to the Demon Prison
(No Dragonwatch)
⟢ Kendra/Alyssa ⟣
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While Alyssa takes care of Kendra, Kendra discovers she's more than sick—she's lovesick.

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Heavy panting crowded Kendra's ears. Every strained breath labored on her patience until awful retching overcame everything. Then, the panting became a blessing.

Kendra leaned against the bathroom wall and tried to will her sickness away.

Come on, she saved the world from the demons. Surely that would count for something?

Unfortunately, the little virus that had wormed its way into her body didn't seem to care.

Kendra rolled her head to the cool bathtub ceramic and sighed. Oh, for the love of everything good, end her suffering. Please. Anyone.

Her phone's ding lit up the room, but Kendra didn't move.

If she exerted energy to reach for anything, it would be for the medicine cabinet and not her phone.

Although, Kendra wasn't sure if it had been long enough since her last dose of acetaminophen to safely take more. She usually remembered to write dosage times down in her notes, but the rubber bands squeezing her cotton-filled skull made her forget many things.

Too many things. Like the fact that Alyssa was supposed to come over tonight.

Footsteps sent faint tremors through the floor. That wasn't right. No one was home. Kendra's family was on vacation.

Who was that?

Her answer—an angel—came through the widening crack of the door. Alyssa's blonde hair was tucked behind her ears as concern pinched her features.

Even with the concerned demeanor, no other human could exude beauty the way Alyssa did, through her pockmarks and smiles and heart.

That's it...Kendra was not in her right mind.

Kendra half-heartedly raised a hand. "Hey, Alyssa. I forgot to tell you. 'm sick."

"Yeah, I can tell." Alyssa stepped through the doorway. "Are you alright?"

"Not really," Kendra admitted. It was a struggle to even keep her eyes trained on Alyssa, at this point.

Alyssa crouched and rested her hand on Kendra's face. Without thought, Kendra leaned into her touch.

With her other hand, Alyssa used some toilet paper to scratch at Kendra's face.

Kendra scrunched her nose and turned into Alyssa's hand to escape the toilet paper. "Ouch."

"You had something on you."

"It still hurt. But, thanks." Kendra studied how Alyssa's lips twisted in concern. "You don't have to stay."

"I don't have to, but I want to." Alyssa moved her hand to Kendra's forehead. The cool palm soothed the heat of her forehead. "Can I stay?"

"I'm too sick to do anything." Kendra watched Alyssa stand up and rifle through the medicine cabinet.

"Yeah." Alyssa shoved a few pill bottles to the side.

"It won't be fun."

"Nope."