Brook X GN Reader || I'm The Grim Reaper

Chapter 66

"Thank you for coming," Y/N, Vanessa said kindly as she opened the door and stepped aside for you to enter. "It's no issue," You assured her. "What's wrong?" She interlocked her fingers in front of her as she walked, and you followed her.

"Alexander has the flu," She explained, stopping at the foot of the stairs. "We aren't allowing him to attend his lessons, we told him he should get his rest. But he insists on doing some type of work, so now he's sorting prices in his room. We were hoping you would be able to get him to stop working for at least a short while. He's overworking himself greatly," She concluded, looking up the empty staircase with concern.

You nodded. "He always tended to do that," You smiled, drifting past her and into the kitchen. "Where are you going?" She asked, following you. "Making him something to eat," You replied. "Hot chocolate would be best if you have marshmallows." You advised. She nodded, probably already knowing that information, and digging through a cupboard.

You both worked in relative silence, you making the hot chocolate with a tint of peppermint as she made some breakfast with fruits for both of you. When you were both done she put them on a tray and sent you upstairs. "If you need anything, just let me know." She insisted as you made your way upstairs.

You walked quietly, coming to a stop in front of Alex's bedroom door. You knocked three times so that he knew it was you. After a few seconds of rustling and a curse or three, he opened the door. He looked down at the food in your hands, then up at you.

"Vanessa?" You nodded with a bright smile, and he sighed, throwing his head back with a groan as he walked further into the room and sat down at a desk, pulling a blanket over his shoulders.

He sniffed, picking up a pen and sorting through papers again. You set the tray on the table next to the bed, picked up the mug of hot chocolate, and went to join him. You set the cup on a free space on the table, putting your arms around his shoulders and leaning down to watch over his shoulder. "You're gonna get sick..." He said bitterly, scooting forward. "So?" You hummed, leaning forward on him despite his persistence. "I won't have to do work." He scoffed.

"Of course, that's your concern." He mumbled, scribbling away on the paper as you buried your face into his shoulder, inhaling the scent of him and not the smell of new clothes or expensive cologne. "Says you. You never stop working," You sighed, trailing your fingers over his shoulder. He shivered. "Stop that," He insisted.

"I brought you breakfast," You said obviously, looking at the hot chocolate on the counter. "Yeah, I saw." So, you should eat it with me. Take a break. A few days isn't going to hurt the company," You insisted, leaning forward more. He turned his head slightly to face you, pressing your cheeks together. He contemplated what you said, turning back to the sheet in front of him. "...After this page," He compromised. You smiled into his shoulder. "Okay."

You waited patiently for him to finish the page he was working on, messing with his hair and watching him furrow his eyes in concentration as he tried to ignore you, despite you being right next to his face.

He let out a deep breath, letting the quill in his hands fall onto the desk next to the papers. "Done?" You inquired, letting go of him when he stood up and coughed. "Yeah," He said bitterly, picking up the mug of hot chocolate. You perched yourself on his bed, waiting for him to join you. He sat across from you and you placed the tray in between both of you.

You ate in relative silence, besides Alex coughing and sneezing every few minutes. You hummed as you set your empty plate on the tray. "Thanks," Alex mumbled. You smiled at him. "Are you cold? Your face is really flushed," You said, leaning forward to put your hand on his forehead. "And you have a fever. Why would you even want to work when sick?" He shrugged.

You sighed, moving the tray to the floor as he set his mug down on the table. He swung his feet over the side of the bed, starting to stand up, but you grabbed his arm through the blanket. "Where are you going?" He blinked, wiping his nose with his sleeve. "To finish the prices." He stated. You shook your head, pulling him back down on the bed. He sneezed, covering his face.

"You said you'd take a break after that page."

"And I did. I ate breakfast with you."

"Working isn't good for you when you're sick. Lay down." He shook his head, standing up again, and you stood up to hold him in place by his shoulders. "I'll be fine. I can't delay sending the prices out. We could lose profit." He insisted, looking up at you.

"Then have Natasha do it. Or I could do it. But, you have a fever, and look like you're about to pass out. Lay down," You insisted, pushing him back on the bed. He grumbled something under his breath but scooted back a bit as you sat down too.

"Are you gonna stay here?" He asked after a little while of you sitting at the edge of the bed. You nodded. "To make sure you're actually getting rest, and if you want me to, yes." You confirmed. He nodded again, drawing his legs up to his chest and hugging them. He rested his chin on his knees, eyes exploring his room. "Am I allowed to read a book?" He asked sarcastically, nudging you with his toes. You rolled your eyes at him. "As a matter of fact, no." You stood up, walking over to the other side of the room where a bookshelf sat, reaching the ceiling. A lot of the books had been untouched for quite some time, and one caught your eye. You grabbed the book that he had read to you outside all those years ago off the shelf and hurried back to the bed, dropping it next to him. Dust flew around and he coughed again. You gave him an apologetic smile.

"That's nostalgic," He put in when you looked at him with expectant eyes. Your eyes drifted to the cover of the book, the same one you had read under the tree. You hummed in response, perching yourself on the bed and scooting back until you were against the wall.

"Come here," You instructed, reaching out an arm to Alex. He raised an eyebrow at you, untangling his limbs from each other and adjusting the blanket over his shoulders to sit next to you. You pulled the blanket from half of him, putting it over your own shoulder as you opened the book. "We can read it together like we did three years ago."

He scoffed. "You're so cheesy..." He mumbled, but still huddled next to you for warmth as he leaned his head on your shoulder, looking down at the book that was unopened in your hands.

You turned it to the first page, beginning to read in your head as you presumed he did the same. He was a much faster reader than you, anyway. You found his hand in between your and his legs, interlocking your fingers.

You knew you were right about him being tired when he fell asleep during the third chapter, and you closed the book and got comfortable to sleep yourself. You were totally going to get sick, but you weren't bothered by it.

(In the meantime, Scarlet has come to a realization and is about to kill Chase. And her demon was given a form, she is a wolf.)

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