Headache || Wriothesley

14

"Sigewinne! Are you in here?" Y/n called out, her voice echoing in the sterile confines of the medical room. She rapped on the chilly, metal wall of the doorless room, her knuckles creating a rhythm that could've been a sick beat for a rap song.

"Come in, come in!" Sigewinne's voice echoed back, a warm welcome amidst the clinical surroundings.

"Sigewinne I think I'm sick," Y/n moaned, massaging her forehead with a weary hand. Her voice was laced with exhaustion, her body language screaming of discomfort.

"What do you mean? Did you catch the flu or something?" Sigewinne asked in concern.

Y/n sighed, shaking her head. "I don't know... it feels like when I had the fever. My head spins and my palms get sweaty and I can't focus."

Sigewinne studied her for a moment, her gaze thoughtful. "Are you sure it's not just stress?" she asked, her tone skeptical.

Y/n hesitated before admitting, "It's probably not. I'm fine most of the time but I only start feeling like this when..."

"When what?"

Y/n grimaced. "...when I'm around Wriothesley."

Sigewinne gasped, her eyes wide with surprise. "Oh."

Y/n groaned, covering her face with her hands. "First, he places me under a truckload of stress by assigning me a job that isn't in my job description, then he has the audacity to have the inmates around me put a knife at my throat, and now he makes me feel all weird. Maybe he's the one carrying a virus and passed it on to me. This place is turning me into a nutcase, Sigewinne!"

"I'm sure it's not a virus," Sigewinne reassured, patting Y/n's shoulder gently. Her voice was soothing, like a lullaby amidst Y/n's chaos.

"Then what is it?" Y/n asked, desperation creeping into her voice.

"Well," Sigewinne hesitated. "You'll be fine, don't worry."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm positive. But you should tell Wriothesley."

"Tell him what?"

"What you told me. He deserves to know."

"Sigewinne, are you crazy? I'd never tell him I'm sick. He'd just tell me to go back up and get all mushy about how the mission is too stressful and I'm too weak to handle it. You should've heard him before, going on and on about the mission like he was reciting Shakespeare."

"You know what I mean. About your feelings for him," Sigewinne clarified, her gaze steady on Y/n.

"Feelings?!" Y/n choked out, feeling the heat rush to her face. "There are no feelings!"

"Are you sure?" Sigewinne asked softly. "Humans are... strange to me sometimes. It's hard to understand. But if you like him, then maybe you should tell him."

Y/n snorted, her nose scrunching up like she'd just smelled something foul. "Talk to him? And say what? Hey Wriothesley, I think I might have a crush on you, so please stop being an asshole? No way."

Sigewinne shrugged. "It's worth a shot, isn't it?"

"No. No, it's not," Y/n said firmly. "I'm sorry, Sigewinne. I love you, so very much. But I think you're wrong. There's absolutely no way that I, Y/n L/n, am interested in a man like him."

Sigewinne frowned. "I don't understand. Why not? Deep deep down, he's very sweet. You should give him a chance."

"I'm sorry, Sigewinne," Y/n sighed. "But I'm just not interested. And I don't think he's interested in me either."