Forever

40

The next morning, Bree wakes early when it's still a little dark outside with a tight feeling in her chest and a pounding headache. She sits up with furrowed brows, just to grow even more nauseous until she feels it in her throat. Knowing that dangerous feeling enough, she jumps up and out of bed to hurry to the toilet.

It doesn't take long for Pietro to wake and only a few seconds to register what's happening. He speeds to her and turns on the bathroom light before getting down to pull her long hair out of the way so she can grip the seat and her leg.

"It's all right, it'll be over soon." He coos while rubbing her bare back, being that she's still only in her underwear.

As he said, it ends soon enough, but she still struggles to breath with tears streaming down her face.

"That sucks." She states between quick and difficult gasps. "I can't breathe."

"I know." He wets a washcloth after putting her hair in a pony. "But it's all right, you are okay." He helps her to stand as his accent peaks through.

He lifts her up onto the cold counter and gently wipes over her mouth while holding her hip and standing between het thighs. She has her arms crossed as he wipes her nose as well before leaving fast and coming back with a bottle of water.

He feels her forehead with the back of his hand to see how hot she is as she holds some water in her mouth. She leans down to the sink to spit it all out before sitting up with a deep breath.

"Do you want to go lay back down?" He asks with raised brows and she nods. "Brush your teeth first and then you can."

He goes back to the bed to sit against the headboard and wait for her to do as told and throw away that same toothbrush. She crawls under the sheets as he scooches down for her to lay her head on his chest with a new tired that sends her back into a deep sleep not too soon after.

-

Bree comes out of the bedroom in a sweater with her messy hair down and about and Pietro smiles slightly from the kitchen as she plops in a stool across from him.

"You need to eat." He nods and she waves him towards the cabinet while setting her head in her hand.

He chuckles and does as silently asked and told and pours her a bowl of her favorite sugary cereal before leaning his elbows on the counter.

"Did I behave?" She hopes lightly.

"Well..." He nods with a sigh. "You did say that you didn't want to be mean and you were the sweetest thing, I swear." He shakes his head and she smiles with a small chuckle.

"Am I not sweet already?" She teases with furrowed brows and he gives her a doubting look, to which she covers her mouth and chuckle with the back of her hand.

"I'm kidding, you're a sweetheart, I love you." He states fast while leaning into her lips and she grins into the kiss with a giggle. "Oh, except for the part where you said, and I quote..." He points. ""Don't fuck with me, just fuck me."" He smirks and her jaw falls.

"I actually said that?" She asks and he nods with a happy grin. "Oh, What'd that do for you?" She smirks and he chuckles.

"You tell me." He nods towards her body. "How're your legs?"

"Can't feel 'em." She shrugs.

"Exactly." He smiles proudly and she laughs.

-

Bree comes humming out of the elevator a few hours later and Morgan starts laughing as she takes off into the kitchen. They all smile as Bree freezes in place and silence and watches her run before turning to the rest of them.