Y/N pov
The stale air in the tunnel surrounded us, adding to the feeling of suffocation and weariness. Timidly, I inquired about Oliver's fever, trying to stretch my hand towards his forehead.
"I don't know if it's the adrenaline or how you took care of my fever, but I don't feel it right now," he replied, intertwining our hands and placing them against his forehead.
As my cool skin made contact with his burning forehead, I instinctively wanted to pull away. His fever was intense, but seeing him lean into my touch, I kept my hand there, hoping to offer some relief.
"Your hand is so pleasantly cold," he murmured softly, appreciating the coolness of my touch.
Remaining silently by his side, I allowed him to enjoy the soothing sensation of my skin against his fevered brow.
"Would you like to take a break?" I asked concern etched on my face.
"No, we have to go on," he insisted, pushing through despite the evident strain on his body.
"N-No, well.. I wanted to take a break. I'm pretty exhausted from all the fuss," I corrected myself, even though I wasn't the one in desperate need of a break.
Oliver agreed to rest only when someone else suggested it, yet he refused to take one even though he needed it badly. His body was reaching its limits, the fever worsening with every passing moment. I feared he might collapse if we continued like this.
Perhaps promising to keep his secret was a mistake. It had only led to this, his own destruction. I realized that without my help, he might not have survived this hunt.
Finally, we found a spot to rest against the tunnel wall. I gently stroked Oliver's hair and encouraged him to rest his head on my shoulder
"You don't need the break, do you?" His weak voice questioned barely audibly.
I hesitated, torn between admitting the truth or continuing the charade. Unable to lie further, I chose silence, conveying my reluctance to deceive him any longer. Instead, I continued stroking his white hair, hoping my comforting touch would be enough to ease his pain and weariness.
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"Oliver," I whispered into the darkness after what felt like an eternity. Time had lost its meaning in this lightless abyss, leaving me unsure of how much had passed.
"Oliver..?" I raised my voice a bit louder this time, hoping for a response. Still, there was only silence. Was he upset that I had lied to him earlier? I couldn't fathom why he would give me the silent treatment. It wasn't like him.
As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I noticed faint outlines in our surroundings. I glanced at Oliver's face, finding his eyes closed and hearing his steady breathing. Despite the severity of his fever, he had stubbornly refused to take a break during our escape.
Now, the truth behind Lucas' concern became clear. Zack's recklessness, climbing onto a roof to taunt the demon, seemed almost insane. But even Oliver displayed a self-destructive tendency, pushing himself to the brink of collapse and participating in the hunt despite his frail state.
Lucas had every right to be worried. If these risky behaviors became frequent and uncontrollable, the consequences would be dire. The loss of the medic and the leader would devastate our team, and finding replacements in our desperate situation would be nearly impossible. Not only do you lose a comrade, you lose a friend.
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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...
