Clone A-03.02 (Francis x male!reader)

Chapter 7 - Was That a Dream?

Upon waking up, again, you notice that the warmth of the bed is missing. "Francis?" you call while still noticably half asleep.

Silence.

"Francis..?" you shout out, sitting up in the bed, your anxiety beginning to skyrocket.

You hop out of bed, quickly running out of the room to find him. When you don't find him anywhere, you begin assuming things. Either, he left you to go to work, someone killed him and dragged him away, or he's just missing from the apartment. All of those assumptions begin to swirl in your head, making your head spin painfully. "Where are you?" you cry, your breaths quickening when you don't find him anywhere in the apartment.

Not in the bedroom, kitchen, bathroom, guest bedroom, or living area. Nowhere to be found.

"Maybe he just went to work..." you try to reassure yourself, beginning to calm down when you think of this. "Yeah.. Maybe he's just at work. He'll be back soon, right? Right?" As your heart is still calming from its high, you close your eyes. Why? Because you were tired. 'But we took three naps already, how are we still tired?' Plot reasons... Shhh. I mean... Ahem.

When you open your eyes, everything in the apartment is spinning. It feels like you're being sucked into a dark black hole. One you wouldn't want to be sucked into because you know damn well those things are deadly.

While the apartment stretches and twists, you begin to lose your balance, falling back and passing out from the contact of your head to the floor.

When you wake up next, you're in bed again. "Wha..?" you groan, your head throbbing with pain. But, you could feel something on your head. An ice pack? How'd that get there?

"Shh... Eine kleine maus..." someone calls. The voice is familiar to you, but you're too out of it to speak back. "Just relax.."

Upon listening to the soft-said command you were given, you relax against the bed matress. Why was your head hurting? You were awake and moving before. What happened?

A more familiar presence comes to you when he comes closer. "Francis..?" you choke from your painful, half-awake state.

"Yes, meine liebe... What is it?" a soft hand reaches over you to stroke your hair, fine fingers running through it gently.

"You... You were gone..." you mumble, your voice barely high enough for him to hear.

"Darling, you were dreaming." he chuckles, wiping a stray tear from your cheek. "Well, I guess if I was missing, it was a nightmare then, ja?" he teases, his thumb rubbing your cheek softly.

"I guess.. Wait, I was dreaming? But... It felt so real... I was walking.."

"Well, yes." Francis responds softly, "I found you passed out on the kitchen floor with a nasty bruise on your forehead." he sighs, lifting the ice pack off of your head to check the damage. "It doesn't look like it's much more than a bruise, but you may have had a concussion." he explains quietly, humming afterwards.

"Oh." you answer simply, causing him to chuckle "A concussion? Does that mean I can't go back to work?" getting a pretty smile on your face gives Francis all the information he needed to know about how much you really didn't want to go to work.

"I suppose, ja. But, you will have to go back in the next few days... I don't want to have Henry working overtime because you got fired. Then again, if you got fired, you'd just live with me and I'd just be the one paying to keep you here." he teases lightly, nudging your arm gently. "If that's what you'd rather happen of course. I won't make you quit your job if you enjoy it."

"No, I think I'd be okay quitting. But, I have a place of my own... I didn't really think I'd end up falling in love with our local milkman." you tease back, your cheeks going slightly red.

"Ah, that's right. I forgot you don't just live here with me." he sighs, looking away for a moment before looking back and leaning down to plant a kiss on your lips. "Well, get some rest. I'll make us some food. It's an awkward time to eat anything..."

Looking over your shoulder, you see his small digital clock that looks almost identical to yours back at home. It reads:
'3:52PM, Wednesday.'

"Ah.. It is an odd time to eat. Love you Francis." it slips your mouth before you could stop it. But, surprisingly, he goes with it.

"Ich liebe dich auch, Y/n. Now, get some good deserved rest. The food will be done in a bit." and, with a small smile, he leaves the room and you fall asleep for what? The fourth time?

You needed the rest, that was for sure.