Y/N pov
The night feels like a never-ending ordeal as the clock reads 4:56 in the morning, and I've barely managed to snatch about two hours of sleep. My dear friend Oliver has been suffering throughout the night, experiencing alternating chills and fever. No matter what I tried, the temperature stubbornly refused to subside. Desperate to ease his discomfort, I diligently changed the cool compress on his forehead every hour.
As the situation worsened, I decided to try something different and placed leg compresses on him, which miraculously seemed to alleviate his symptoms. However, I knew I had to take further action to combat the fever effectively. That's when I recalled the potent healing properties of yarrow, elderflower, willow bark, linden blossom, chamomile, and thyme – a combination known for its wonders against fever. Determined to help my friend, I slipped out of the house in the middle of the night and ventured into the forest to gather these essential herbs.
Amid the moonlit woods, I gazed up at the stars, hoping to find my bearings. The night sky offered a guiding constellation that pointed me in the right direction. Following my instincts, I collected all the herbs I sought and discovered a secluded spot in the woods as a temporary hideout. Connecting the stars with my finger, I reaffirmed my path and hurriedly made my way back, my heart filled with the determination to help Oliver.
Upon returning home, I entered the darkened room cautiously, careful not to disturb Oliver's fragile state.
"Y/N?" asks the weakened voice out of the shadows.
"Sorry, did I wake you up?"
"No, you didn't. Where have you been?"
"I wanted to make tea and quickly got the herbs." With a gentle smile, I arranged the herbs on the desk, lit a candle, and swiftly prepared the tea. I hear the rustling of the sheets on the bed again. I turn to Oliver and his figure appeared frail and haggard, with dark circles etched beneath his eyes.
As I handed him the cup, I held onto his hands protectively to prevent any accidents with the hot liquid.
"It smells awful," comments Oliver and grimaces.
"It's supposed to help lower your fever, not smell good." I counter back. With a deep sigh, he brings the liquid to his lips and drinks some of it.
"And it tastes awful."
"Have you ever taken medicine that doesn't taste bad?"
"Touché." A faint grin appeared on his face, and despite the difficult circumstances, I couldn't help but feel grateful for his resilient spirit.
"I must say, someone is certainly on the mend," I teased Oliver playfully, glad to see a glimmer of improvement in his condition.
He chuckled softly in response, acknowledging, "Well, I do feel better, thanks to you."
"Good, but don't forget to finish the tea. I didn't venture into the forest at 4 a.m. for nothing," I said with a smirk, emphasizing the effort I had put in to gather the herbs.
Oliver laughed and took another sip of the liquid. "Thank you. You probably hardly slept because of me..." he expressed, concern evident in his voice.
"Hey, we're comrades, in this together. It's a given that I'll take care of you," I reassured him, knowing how vital our friendship and support were to each other.
As I spoke, I happened to glance into the room and locked eyes with someone. It was Oliver, who seemed surprised initially, but that swiftly transformed into a sense of respect.
"I'm glad we're comrades now..." He mumbles shyly. His admiration for our camaraderie was unmistakable, and I couldn't help but smile in response. Oliver noticed the exchange and a shy blush crept onto my cheeks.
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Oliver x Reader || tpn fanfiction
Mystery / ThrillerY/N is an orphan who first lived in Glory Bell but had to Transfer to Grace Field. Life there was a dream in which everyone belonged in one big family. But for Y/N that dream hasn't existed for years. They are smart and need to adapt to these circu...
