Out of Control (Damien x Reader)

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛 - 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚘𝚛

When I returned home from the hospital, I felt as if there was a piece of me missing. What it was, I wasn't sure. But the sickness and pain I was feeling had finally left me, the doctors weren't sure how they had actually fixed it. Damien was relieved, but behind that expression held one that I couldn't label.

Was it worry?

Was it fear?

Was he scared it was going to happen again?

We sat in the living room, Damien's hand placed on my thigh firmly. Like he was scared I was going to disappear. Things were different now since the hospital. Every time I coughed -even just to clear my throat- Damien would stop what he was doing to stare at me for a moment. To watch what was going to happen next. And I was always left wondering one thing...

Why was I allowed to survive? Why did I live while Celine, Damien's wife and mom all passed away from this same illness?

Was I lucky? Was I brave?

Damien kept reassuring me that this type of illness was never going to bother me again, that I was 'cured' from the thing that had killed them. But how did he know that? Did he make some deal with the devil? Did they really cure me?

Was it all a lie?

Damien then leaned back into my view, a bright smile on his face, his brown eyes squinted.

"Is everything okay, my love?"

I flashed a small smile back to him, as if to reassure him without saying the lie itself. He patted my thigh once more before turning back to his chapter book. I think Damien even wanted to believe that I was really going to be okay. But what did he know?

Cory then appeared around the corner, a small smile dancing across his face as he looked towards me.

"How are we feeling today?" He asked with a soft voice, still drying his hands with the paper towel in his hands, "Are you ready to eat?"

Damien looked over at me, anxious with my answer. He kept looking between Cory and I, almost like he was scared one of us was going to slip something out.

Some type of secret. Cory avoided looking at Damien and focused on me, with awaiting eyes.

"I can make you anything, anything in the world you could possibly desire!" Cory then added, wagglingly his dark eyebrows.

"I'm starved," I laughed almost with an empty tone, "Just whip something up, I'll eat anything."

Cory smiled once more before disappearing back behind the corner, I could hear the kitchen door open and shut in the distance. It didn't take long before my eyes met back with Damien's. They return to that worried, fearful look from before. He opened his mouth to speak, but shut it to quick before anything could come out. He smiled, and leaned over to me, using his hand to cup my chin and gently bringing our faces closer. I could help but laugh as the butterflies always returned in my belly when he did this. It made it feel like old times. Damien gave me a soft kiss -holding it longer than normal- before pulling himself away, still smiling. He rubbed my thigh for a moment before grabbing his chapter book and placing it back onto the coffee table.

"Are you feeling okay, my love?" Damien asked with concern. I feel like he's asked this a million times already.

No, I feel broken.

"Yes, My Beloved." I smiled, "I promise, I feel fine."

He took me by the hands and helped me to stand up from the couch, pulling me close to his chest to embrace him.

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"I'm so glad you're here again."