Basilisk (Dark Ominis Gaunt x OC gothic romance)

Chapter 102: Road to Recovery

~~Sebastian~~

Sebastian had laid back with her against him for a long while, taking in the sweet scent of her, the soft feel of her curves against him. He ran his hand through her golden hair, closing his eyes just to bask in the moment of her laying against him like this.

He had to admit, he was pretty pissed at Ominis for giving her nightmares like this. He'd have to talk with him about it later on. It had been a terrifying moment for her, and it had obviously left its marks on her.

He heard a soft sound from her and looked down in surprise, resisting making a sound when he saw she'd fallen asleep again.

He glanced away with a blush, surprised that she'd felt so comfortable against him that she'd fallen asleep, especially considering what had happened before they'd last parted. It gave him a bit more hope that perhaps something more could come from this.

He relaxed further back against the headboard, the warmth of her making him rather comfortable too. He hadn't slept well last night thinking about her, so he was rather tired today. It probably wouldn't hurt to... shut his eyes for a moment... he'd just relax for a bit. No big deal, right?

He smiled, resting his hand at her waist as the other settled on the bed next to her, resting his cheek against her hair as he closed his eyes.

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He woke up as Veela suddenly pushed against him, letting out a loud noise of alarm as she jumped up from the bed to dart out of the room. He was left in a daze for a moment wondering what had happened before he heart wretching from the bathroom, quickly jumping up as well to run in after her.

Veela was leaning over the toilet with a low moan of frustration, panting for breath after being sick again, and looked up to him with an embarassed look as he approached her.

"Oh, Veela..." he murmured in sympathy, gently moving some of her hair from her face. "I guess the soup didn't help all that much, then?"

"It stayed down longer than anything else has." She muttered miserably before she lurched and got sick again, making him wince as he held her hair back for her.

"Maybe we should go see someone about this." He said softly, worried that the blood bane potion may have hurt her. "How long have you been sick like this?"

She held up three fingers as she panted.

Well she hasn't been unpetrified that long... only about two and a half weeks or so. "Three days?" He said in concern.

She gave a soft nod and leaned back, moaning softly in frustration as she wiped her face with a bit of toilet paper and threw it in as well.

"Three days is a while, Veela... I really think we should get you checked out." Sebastian said with worry as she sat back against him, leaning her head against his shoulder as she panted softly.

Veela groused unhappily against him, frowning softly it's a deep sigh. "I guess." She said stubbornly.

"No 'I guess'." He huffed. "How much have you eaten in the last few days?"

He watched her carefully as she shifted around a bit. "A few pieces of bread... some cheese... fruit..." she listed a few things off but then trailed off. "Then the soup you made." She said, glancing up to him sheepishly.

Agh, no wonder she was looking thinner! "A' ghrian, I know we're trying to be slow about things, but I'm going to insist you see someone... because this can't be healthy." He looked down at her in worry.

"Well... just going to Hogsmeade the other day was exhausting, and my father is around..." she glanced toward the window as if she expected him to be there.