Abditory [H.S]

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Hi! I'm alive unfortunately!!!! Been going thru smth so sorry i didnt update sooner. Life is pretty shitty but i didnt forget about yall. We still got three more chaps. Thank u guys for reaching this point with me. (Tomorrow is literally the one year anniversary of posting Abditory's first chapter wtf) I love you lot so much and I hope ur being kind to urself <333

Luella Jones

"Yep, you have a fever." I set the thermometer down on the bedside table, staring at Harry laying tiredly on the bed.

"I hate this." He grumbles, shivering under the three draped blankets over him.

"You need to get out of under those if you want it to go away." I press my hand flat on his boiling forehead, feeling bad. He must have his head exploded with a headache.

"But it's cold." Harry pouts, his red cheeks apparent.

"You need it hot." I argue.

"I am hot." He states.

I furrow my eyebrows before I'm rolling my eyes at him, standing up. He grabs my hand, disagreeing with my actions. I turn to face him.

"Please don't go."

"I'm just gonna get you some medicine. In the meanwhile, you try and stand up." I push his hand down and drape the first blanket off his body.

"Luella..." He groans, turning on his stomach.

"You also need to have a cold shower." I take the second blanket off as well.

"You're being mean." He pushes his head between the two pillows.

I ignore him and walk out of the room, wandering down the stairs towards the kitchen where the medicine cabinet is there. I rummage through the few medicines before I find the perfect ones for a high fever, taking two pills and a water bottle. I grab a bowl as well with two small towels before I return to our room.

Harry now has four blankets on top of him.

"Where did you even get that from?" I quickly run towards him, hearing him laugh at my worry.

"I thought you love me and want the best for me." He frowns.

"The best for you is to get cold." I place the pills down with the water and take them all off him.

"As my wife, you should respect my boundaries." He tries to tuck his blanket on again but his numb arms don't help.

"Harry, you need your fever better, not for worse." I remove them all and toss them on the ground, accidently startling Izzy.

"And I need you to back off my blankets, please." His teeth clatters, making me reach over the pills.

"No. Hell no. I hate those." He points at the white pills.

"You just have to swallow them." I hand him them along with the water bottle.

"Can we crush them?" He smirks, indicating for the fact they're literal drugs.

"No, you cannot. Drink up." I stand up again and move to the bathroom, filling up the small bowl with warm water.

I hear Harry choke on the cold water, complaining about how that hurt his throat. I wet the towels in it and go back to his side, seeing him laying down with his eyes closed.

"My head hurts." He mumbles sadly.

"I know, so let me help you." The sneezes we heard this morning was a sign of his flu. He had gone sick early in the afternoon, sniffing and sneezing continuously. We were just laying in bed watching a marvel movie before I started to feel how hot his head was against mine, making me finally take his fever.