Belated Fate (Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader)

Chapter 19. The best medicine

Y/n's POV:

I can't believe Elizabeth is spending so much time with me here. I don't know how she manages to combine all of this with work and personal life, so I decide to ask her about it a few days later:

"El," I start sitting in the kitchen with a hot cup of tea in my hand, staring at the woman typing something on her phone. "Aren't you tired of spending so much time here? I mean, you have so many things to do and still you take care of me like I'm a child," a small blush creeps up my neck as I remember all those moments when she cooked something delicious for me or in every way supported my good mood, taking care of my welfare.

"What do you want to watch?" she asks when i put my head on her chest, happy to be in her arms again after missing her all this day. She had a couple of meetings and therefore she could only come in the evening, but nevertheless she asked me all day how I felt and if I ate anything.

"Ant man," I name one of my favorite movies, but it doesn't really matter to me right now, because I know that the only thing I will be able to focus on is her hand stroking my hair and her perfume, which has already soaked into some of my clothes.

"Did you eat the salad I left in the fridge for you?" her slightly weary voice above my ear wonders.

"Yes, thank you, as always incredibly delicious. I would never have thought healthy food could actually taste good," I reply and she just chuckles back, smiling at me as I look up at her.

"Do you think being here makes me tired or something?" Elizabeth looks up from her phone, staring at me curiously.

"I just don't want you to do this with the last of your strength, I can finish the treatment myself," my voice becomes quieter due to the intrusive thoughts creeping into my head, that she may not want to be here at all and is doing it out of pity.

"Trust me, Y/n, I'm here because I want to be here. I don't deny that work often tires me, but being with you actually helps me relax and clear my head from unnecessary shit, so you can be sure that we both enjoy our time together equally. Although considering that you are still sick, probably not equally, but you know what I mean," her reassuring smile instantly drives away all unnecessary thoughts and dispels doubts.

If only she knew how much it means to me... I even don't want to recover, because it would mean her being here much less than now.

"Thank you. For everything," I subconsciously place my hand on the top of hers, "for being there for me and for being so patient with me too." During this time, my feelings for her only seem to have intensified, sometimes making themselves quite obvious.

"I gotta go already," her sad tone pulls my attention away from the TV screen with some movie which name I no longer remember, and I notice how she barely audibly sighs while looking at her wristwatch.

"Oh, yes, of course," bitterness that she can't stay here for the night gets up in my throat, but I just stand up from the couch and awkwardly watch as she begins to gather her things. The words that I don't want to let her go remain unsaid, reminding me of the duty to keep my mouth shut.

"So...See you tomorrow, Y/n," she says, picking up her purse and taking a close look at my face. "Don't forget to take your medicines and eat on time." Her sincere concern melts my heart, threatening all my feelings to break out one day in an endless stream of love for her.

"How can I if you constantly remind me about this in texting?" I smile warmly at her and my gaze falls from her sparkling eyes to her delicate pink lips that beckon me with their perfect shape. Getting lost in my moment of weakness in front of the woman, I don't notice how I continue to stare at them without moving at all, with no clear thoughts in my head until she runs the back of her two fingers across my cheek.