Who's that in the back?

Nurse

TW⚠️sickness

Readers POV:

I stirred awake at the sound of clanking around me. I opened my eyes to see a wood pile? "mm..Suna?" I said while rubbing my eyes and sitting up.

"Oh you're awake! Morning baby." He cooed in my ear and kisses it. "What are we doing? Why are we-"

It hit me. He moved us. He drugged me and moved us to a different spot, somewhere the police didnt know, somewhere I didnt know.

"S-suna..please tell me where we are.." my head felt heavy and my neck was weak.

I grabbed onto him for support. "Please...*cough cough*...please.."

"Are you okay?" He felt my forehead and compared it with his own. "Looks like your fever is back. Remember when you had that fever for a while. It wasn't bad but damn it lasted."

I remembered. Very well. All those nights I'd have to stay up late struggling to breathe, those nights coughing into a pillow covered in black mold. All too well I remembered.

"Suna please tell- *cough cough* tell me where *cough* we are-" I pleaded, and he didnt let up.

All I could do was plead and hold onto his arm tightly while I struggled to breathe in the cold air, much less a booming headache on the way from the drugs and excessive amount of sleep.

"Please! Help...me..*cough cough cough*" I let out one last breath before he scooped me up and took me into a real house instead of leaving me outside.

I peeked at the house, it was much fancier than the cottage we left behind. Mostly because it was a normal house and not a cottage.

I held Suna's chest tightly as I longed to breathe through his, and not my own. He held me tightly as he laid me down on a bed. "Get some rest okay?"

His voice was calming, I nodded in response not wanting to ruin his mood because of me. He tucked me in and put a wet cloth on my head, then turned on his heel to walk away. I reached out quickly and grabbed his hand. He looked back at me in confusion, but I just pleaded with my eyes, "please stay"

I didnt have enough strength to say it, so I had to say it with my eyes. He looked at them carefully and studied them.

"I can't stay. I hope you understand." He promptly said and pulled his hand back with force. It broke my heart when I realised he wouldn't stay with me even in my worst state. I had to make it on my own.

He turned on his heel and walked out, clicking his fingers with anticipation, usually like how I did. He must've picked it up from me.

-timeskip 3 hours-

*cough cough* "Sunaaa!" I cried out, but got no response. I had been trying to contact him for 2 hours, but failed.

The first hour was bearable, but the last two were not. Pain in my lungs, dripping in sweat and a burning head with sharp pains, let alone my newly developed asthma was kicking in.

"I need you- *cough cough* please!" But still he wouldn't show.

That's when I realised I would give up. Theres no hope, id rather die than to live without anyone beside me, even if it were someone I hated. I hated being by myself.

I cried and begged God that someone would show up to comfort me and nurse me back to health, yet no one came.

I wanted to end it all, I cried and cried, until I fell into a soft slumber ending the excruciating pain, for only a few hours.

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I hate being sick, it's the worst. Grab your tissues for the next chapter :)

Do you like being sick? - Author 🦊