Belated Fate (Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader)

Chapter 18. (Love)sick Pt.2

Elizabeth's POV:

After buying some medicines and groceries on the way to Y/n's home, which address I remember all too well, I soon end up in a parking lot I already know and leave my car there.

A few minutes later I'm standing in front of her door and, taking all the packages in one hand, I press the bell, letting her know that I'm already here. Remaining without an answer for a while, I decide to press it again, but the door suddenly opens and the creature wrapped in a blanket appears before my eyes.

"Come in," is the only thing she says before moving away and stomping barefoot towards the kitchen, sniffing and coughing a little. She always looks pretty to me, of course, but her current appearance can't help but worry me. A pale face, bags under her eyes, a tired look and hair stuck to her forehead due to sweat - I really don't like all this and now I intend to do everything to ensure that she recovers as quickly as possible.

Knowing Y/n, these two days she was just lying in bed waiting for a miracle, but I still decide to clarify if she took care of herself:

"Did you take any medication or something?" I ask, placing the bags on the floor and standing next to Y/n, who is sitting on a chair and she only grumbles something unintelligible in response, resting her forehead on the cold surface of the table.

"Y/n-n-n," I lightly shake her shoulders and she reluctantly looks up at me with reddened eyes and the pout on her face.

"I don't know what pills I need to take and I don't have the strength for anything," she whines softly, propping her cheek on her hand and moving her gaze to the packages on the floor. "Why did you buy so many things? A couple of medicines would be enough for me," she coughs again in the middle of a sentence, wrinkling her face in a sign that she's already fed up with it.

"I doubted that you had products that I could cook anything with, so I bought some. Go back to your bedroom, I'll be right back," I give her an instruction and she, sighing heavily, does what she was told.

After putting everything in its place and grabbing the medicines I bought, I decide to consult with my doctor before giving anything to Y/n, since I brought a lot of stuff just in case.

Describing the symptoms to him and listing what I have, I subconsciously begin to walk around the kitchen, examining the interior and touching random things. Walking over to the fridge, I notice several polaroid pictures of her and her friends. She looks so happy and cheerful on them that the smile on my face grows wider by itself.

"If she doesn't feel better in the next two days, then call me again, most likely I will have to come to examine her," the doctor's voice gives me the last instruction and I agree, mentally hoping that Y/n will get better as soon as possible.

Putting the necessary medicines that I was advised on a tray and taking a teaspoon for syrup, I go up the stairs to the room where the sick girl is. Stepping inside, I carefully place the tray on the bedside table, sitting on the edge of the bed next to Y/n's back turned to me. She is still wrapped in a blanket, shaking a little and breathing through her mouth due to a stuffy nose, so I can only sympathize with the poor girl.

"Y/n, turn to me please," I touch her shoulder and she slowly rolls from one side to another with her eyes closed. "Open your mouth, we need to take your temperature," without a single objection, she again does what I say. Apparently, she's actually too tired, because I used to see her often stubborn and doing things in her own way.

"I'm going to die," she says in a hoarse voice before taking the thermometer in her mouth.

"You're not, I promise, you'll be alright soon." I touch her hot forehead with my hand, making sure she needs to be given a fever reducer, and gently brush the hair out of her face.