Haunted (Alastor X Reader)

Chapter 57

"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty!"

"NnnngGHHHHH."

You groaned lowly as you barely stirred beneath the sheets. Feeling the material of the comforters hug your chilled and almost clammy skin, curling up into fetal position as a transient chill wracked your frame.

"Are you alright, darling?" Alastor asked. Glancing back at you with concern as he opened up the curtains in the room, watching as you winced at the sudden increase of light within the room. Closing your eyes and letting out another low groan.

"The sun. It burns." You mumbled.

His brows furrowed slightly as he let out a soft little chuckle at your initial discomfort. "Y/n, it's almost noon. Don't tell me you're still tired."

He bent over at the waist and pulled the covers off of you, leaving you to shudder slightly as the air met your skin. You curled up tighter and burrowed your face into the pillow, still far from feeling awake.

"Just five more minutes..." you mumbled quietly. Knowing damn well you meant at least an hour and not five minutes.

"Y/n?" He asked again, this time reaching down and feeling your forehead once more with the back of his hand. Immediately feeling warmth and a thin layer of sweat on your skin. "Sweetheart, you're burning up."

"I'm fine I just need to rest for a while." You dismissed tiredly. "Just a little while."

"Y/n." He pressed further. Now taking a seat beside you in the bed and looking down at you. Feeling a layer of concern beginning to brew within him. He laid his hand upon your back and rubbed it gently, taking note of your seemingly fragile state. His unease growing as you let out a quiet and dry cough into the pillow that seemed to force your entire body to put force into it. "Are you feeling alright?"

"Mnngh..."

"Please answer me, you're making me nervous." He demanded.

"I'm just really tired." You forced out, clearing your throat again. Not even bothering to open your eyes. Despite your tired state all you wanted was the sheet to cover you again.

"I don't understand, we got ample sleep last night." He stated. Now feeling confusion beginning to weave with his unease. "I think you're getting sick."

"Noooo." You whined. Still barely stirring from your position in the bed although the volume of your voice had risen.

"Don't 'noo' me." He said affirmatively. "I know you don't want to hear it but you've been becoming more and more fatigued, and that little cough of yours hasn't been getting any better. Not to mention you've got quite the temperature."

You huffed once more as you lazily rolled onto your back. Now feeling a rush of intense warmth beginning to overcome your body in place of the once cold chill. The more you began to wake up and acknowledge your surroundings the more you were aware of just how fatigued you actually were. Your body felt heavy, as though every cell of your blood was replaced with cement. Each breath you took felt heavy on the inhale. As if a small weight was laying on your chest. Fortunately not enough to inhibit you from breathing properly. But still, it wasn't exactly pleasant.

"I... don't feel right." You admitted. Screwing your eyes shut and whining a little. "This isn't fair, I don't wanna be sick on our honeymoon."

"We still have a few more days," he reminded you. An air of sympathy around him as he hesitantly stood back up. Taking another look at you before going off to the bathroom. He returned a moment later with a cool, damp washcloth and came back over to you. He sat back down and tsked at your weakened and fatigued state. Feeling sorrowful on your behalf as he reached up and carefully brushed your hair out of your face before gently draping the washcloth onto your forehead. "My poor girl..." he cooed, kissing your cheek sweetly as he snapped his finger. In his lap appeared a small tray with a bowl of ice water, ready to use when the washcloth on your head was no longer cool to the touch.