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Plague (Secundo/Tobias)

A/N - I know this is gonna be a period piece one shot...don't question it...I got a bad cough right now and this...this is how I romanticize being sick...

Trigger Warning - Blood, vomit, death

"Y/n, my love please, please tell me it's not true." A twenty four year old Secundo begs, holding your hand while you lay weakly in bed. Word of a plague has spread to your small village and being a nurse has only endangered your health more and more. Rumors of the first victim falling to the Black plague in the hospital spread to Secundo's shop. He ran back as quickly as possible knowing that you haven't been feeling well.

"It is, she was only a little girl, I tried to he-" You're interrupted by a violent coughing fit that constricted your lungs, burned your throat, and caused tears to well in your eyes. Your chest kept a low, dull pain throughout the nights, "It's okay Y/n, it's okay, my love, let it out." Secundo soothes, gently rubbing circles on your back as you sit up to try and stop the coughing. Knowing what the future holds, Secundo can't help but weep. Being immortal was more than a burden.

Before his father even discovered the church in the woods right next to this town, you were both already married, "Tobias," You groan. That was the alias he used before the church rose in power, "Get away from me, I can't get you sick, please, my love go." You beg, sinking back into the pillows, Secundo only squeezed your hand, "I will not leave your side, Y/n. I'd rather have some disease destroy every fiber of my being than to never be with you." He kisses your cheek, you feel too weak to push him away, "Now, what do I need to do to help you." You look over at him and smile, your husband was more than loving and attentive, and you were so, so grateful for him.

Weeks pass of Secundo nursing you. He made food, tea, and never left your side. When you started coughing up blood, you knew the end was near, you didn't have the heart to tell him, however, "Y/n, you have to eat." He says tiredly, "Tobias, I am not hungry, please don't force me." You respond, looking up at him with pleading eyes, desperate to not upset him. He only sighs, "Y/n, please, you have to get better, you NEED to get better." He kisses your forehead, "I need you, I need you forever. We promised forever." He kisses you with passion, pure utter passion. The desperation in his touch made your heart flutter, "Tobias," You groan, feeling bile come up from your throat, he pulls back. You quickly lean to the other side of the bed and vomit into the pot, he holds your hair back, gently patting your back, "It's okay Y/n, throwing up is good right? It means your body is getting rid of the bad." He tries to soothe, but the metallic taste in your mouth is a painful reminder of the truth, you were dying.

He helps you lay back and gasps at the drop of blood falling from your lips, "Y/n, what? I-You said you were getting better." Tears pricked his eyes, his voice waved with emotion, "Tobias, I'm sorry." You say starting to cry, "I-I'm dying." Your body jolts, a shooting pain fills your chest. Secundo moves onto the bed, holding you in his arms, your head resting against his chest, "No, no, Y/n hold on just a bit longer." He begs, his hand gently running through your hair, "I-I can take you to the church! I know a way to fix you, please we can go right now, we can try it." He sobs, you can feel his tears land on your face, "Tobias, please, it's too late." You raise your hand weekly to his cheek, gently stroking the tear stained skin, "I love you, I will always love you." His hand holds yours to his cheek, he kisses your palm, "I need you to be with me, you are my heart, my soul, please." He begs, holding you closer to him, but the comfort of his arms is too much, "Tobias, please, let me go. Say you love me, please." Your eyelids feel heavy, he starts crying, "Y/n, I love you, I adore you, please, I love you so much." You look up at him, noticing how his left eye seemed to glow, you smile, "I love you, Tobias."

Your throat fills with blood, you feel as if you're choking. You lean to the side and cough up more blood, then your eyes shut, everything is quiet. Secundo only holds your body closer, now limp in his arms. He cries and sobs, whimpering your name every few minutes. He stayed like that for hours, desperate to feel your touch again. Secundo didn't leave for days. He was never the same after your death. He never found another lover. He never wanted another partner.