DoomPet

Chapter 41

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Things were not going nearly as well in apartment 117. The marauder was sicker than he'd ever been. He had tossed and turned the whole time he had been in bed, staining the sheets with sweat.

The Slayer woke up to the demon whimpering and shaking. As much as he loved the demon he dreaded the coming hours. Crüe was tossing and turning so much he decided to wake him up, it's not like he'd be missing out on any peaceful sleep, "Hey, Crüe, wake up."

The marauder peeked an eye open and bolted upright, his chest heaving. Groaning, he spoke in a pained, whisper-like voice, "I think I'm gonna puke."

The Slayer immediately leapt off the bed and dashed over to a tiny waste basket in the corner of the room, bringing it back to the demon.

The demon emptied his guts, crying and sobbing while he did. "I'm sorry."

The Slayer dispelled the contents of the waste bin in the bathroom and came out with a wet washcloth, cleaning off Crüe's face. "Feeling better?"

He nodded, "Slightly." Then, he broke down in another sobbing fit. Everything felt wrong. His head was pounding like his skull was about to split in half. The fluttering feeling in his stomach wasn't going away. He was so upset it felt hard to breathe through his sniffing.

The Slayer pulled him close to his chest and rubbed his arm. "Shhh. Whatever you need I can do it." He glanced at the demon's horns. They had grown a bit, a little inch or so of fresh tender horn was sticking out. The ones on the side were much slower growing it seemed, they had barely poked out. His horn holes were red and puffy, seeping some of that weird cloudy coating.

He felt so hot and feverish he couldn't stand to be in the room as the Slayer's warm body. The marauder shook his head and continued sobbing, "Can you sleep on the couch? I wanna be alone. I don't wanna see you."

The Slayer winced, that did hurt a bit, but he nodded, "Yeah I can give you some space." He pulled away but patted the demon's back before he completely separated. "I'll be right in the living room if you need anything."

The demon just nodded and laid back down, tears and sweat streaming down his face. Just his head touching the pillow burned like hellfire.

The Slayer had never walked away from something feeling defeated as he did now. He slowly walked out to the living room, seeing it was pitch black through the one large window.

He sighed and curled up on the couch, realizing he hadn't grabbed a pillow or blanket, but didn't want to upset the marauder. He stared into the dark bedroom, watching the form of his lover twitch and jolt. Slowly he fell asleep scratching at the gauze on his face and listening to the sound of the fans in the vents.