Till Death do we Part Sebastian x reader

His Maid, Getting Somewhere

You woke up to blinding sun shining directly in your eyes. Grabbing the covers, you turned over and buried yourself in the plush pillows. What an annoying way to start the day. Not feeling tired at all you had no alternative but to get up, when your eyes adjusted you looked around to see an unfamiliar room from the one you went to sleep in the night before. Panicking you grabbed your shoes and noticed your clothes were changed into your nightgown. Grabbing your clothing you shrunk back into yourself wondering who the hell changed your clothes and moved your whole body while you were asleep. You're a deep sleeper but even this should've startled you at some point in your sleep. Checking the door only to find that it was locked you ran to the window peeked through the curtains. Shielding your eyes from the unnecessary sun you saw the garden of the Phantomhive Manor. Cursing mentally, you knew it was only a matter of time before Sebastian was ordered to bring you back. The door clicked and swung open revealing the young lord and Sebastian both as livid as you expected them to be.

"You're fired I want you out of here by the end of the day."

"Wait, my Lord I can explain-" He cut you off immediately not caring what you had to say.

"Because you've been a competent servant up until now, you're lucky I'm giving you leniency by not killing you. Sebastian, if she's not gone by the end of the day, throw her out. And that's an order," he glared at the butler and left the room slamming the door behind him.

"Sebastian... you wouldn't."

Oh but he would. His orders come first and you knew. 

"But Corbin- "

"You should've thought about him when you decided to run off like that," he hissed, his eyes glowing with anger.

Tears clouded your vision and drowned out anything else he was saying. You could hardly breathe as you felt suffocated by your own tears, as if you were actually drowning. 

You awoke with a start from your fifth nap that day. Covered in cold sweat and tears, your nose was stuffy and you couldn't breathe, hence the drowning feeling in your dream. Well... more of a nightmare really. Taking tissue from the tissue box you blew your nose to clear your nostrils so you could breathe properly. You sulked over to the mirror.

Damn near a week in bed and your condition only got progressively worse. Your skin had become dull and sunken in to your face a little. Your breathing was shallow and you were always so tired. Not as tired as when you would work all day at the manor but your body felt drawn to sleep all the time. Forming coherent thoughts seemed immense work. Laying low wasn't helping you out, Undertaker had yet to show himself. You cursed under your breath. What if this was all for nothing? 

Bed rest was all the doctor kept insisting. After Bravat dropped your food off for you as he did each meal time, you decided it was time to go against doctors orders, it's doing nothing but making you worse and probably on purpose. Slipping your shoes on, you poked your head out the door and heard the commotion of Bravat's attendees enjoying themselves. He'd be out there entertaining his guests with his fortune telling.

Drawing your cloak around you from the cold hallway, you made your way randomly. Gently rattling every door handle, inspecting every room you could find. Finally coming to a room you heard voices. Pressing your ear against the wall, you strained to listen. A gentle, almost sad melody was being played. The mournful song was strumming your heartstrings like a violin hearing the velvety voices of the former P4.

"Rest your head upon my arm, 
I'll wrap around you like honey, 
A blanket like lavender,
So throw off- "

You gasped and jumped out of the way sensing someone behind you. A blade was sticking out the wall right where your head was a split second ago.