Elder Scrolls Drabble

Infected (Reader's POV)

Okay, so this was just a pick up and start writing sort of thing. It really doesn't have any sort of plot and I might change the ending but yas. And this is my very first Reader POV so tell me how I do!

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  The soft crackling of the warm fire and the scratching of quill was all but drowned by the angry snowstorm raging outside. You sit on the floor in front of the fireplace wrapped in a thick cow hide blanket. Behind you, the emperor-to-be sits at his usual desks madly scribbling away at one parchment or another. Sometimes you really worried for the man, seeing as he rarely ate the food that was offered to him, even less frequently did he sleep, and never for more than an hour did he take his eyes off of that damn book. Regret eats away at your stomach, as it always does, when you realize you were the one who had even thought to bring the Mysterium Xarxes back to Cloud Ruler Temple.
  "Martin." You call mindlessly without turning around. You stare into the flame, waiting for him to respond, but you receive no answer.
  "Martin?" You say again, this time turning around slowly. The late priest was still hunched over his studies, and it had seemed that he had not even heard you. You let out an irritated huff of breath and rise from your spot. Walking closer to the man, you realize that he is talking to himself in hushed tones as if there were another in the room, or rather in his mind.
  "Martin, I think that's enough for tonight." You carefully place your hand on his shoulder but still he is lost in his fantasy. Worried, you shake him roughly. Still no answer.
  "Jauffre! Get in here quick!" You scream frantically, still clutching Martin's shoulder hard enough to bruise and shaking him just as hard. Even so, he just stares blankly at the sheets in front of him, whispering to himself in some demonic tongue.
  "GODS DAMN IT, JAUFFRE GET IN HERE!"
  "Alright! I'm-- By the Gods what's wrong with him?!" Jauffre half jogs half sprints over to the both of you, worry etched into his skin.
  "I-I don't know," You breathe shakily, "I never should have touched that book! I never should have given it to him!" Finally releasing Martin and leaving him to Jauffre, you begin to pace the room, your body shaking violently. You feel sick to your stomach as you run a hand though you hair.
Air, You think to yourself, the room suddenly becoming abnormally stuffy, I need air.
  You look back over at Jauffre in somewhat of a haze. Almost all of the blades were up now, surrounding Martin. Some of them began to lift him to take him to his room, and it was as he was lifted from his chair that you knew what was coming.
  "Jauffre," You said breathless, sweat rolling down your brow. The man turned to look at you, the world seeming to slow down and spin rapidly.
  "I'm going to be sick." And with that, you fall lifeless to the floor.
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  The first thing your mind registers is the quiet hum of incoherent voices chartering close by. Next came the hardness of the bed beneath you, but still comfortable. Then the feeling returned to your tingling muscles and it was then that you tried to open your eyes.
  Your lids lift slowly revealing only darkness. Slightly confused, you turn your head, but when you move, an intense heat floods though your body and a groan escapes your lips. You shut your eyes quickly and tightly as the heat gets unbearable then quickly fades, leaving you frigid and shivering.
  "Take it easy." You hear almost distantly, but somehow you know the person, whoever they are, is right above you. Not daring to open your eyes again, nor move for fear of something retched, you lie completely still. You clutch your head in your arms and, when they did not receive a response from you, they continued on with their conversation.
  "How long has it been?" You hear but you cannot quite tell who the voice belongs to.
  "About three weeks." This one, however, you recognized as the grandmaster. Three weeks? Is that how long you've been out, or what? You couldn't be certain so you continued to listen in.
  "I'm worried..."
  "We all are," The first voice was cut off, "but all we can do is wait and hope the medicine kicks in before the illness takes over completely." It was Jauffre who had said this, but you couldn't help but wonder, what medicine? What illness? And are they even talking about you?
  "You should let our hero rest." You hear him say. The other in the room did not respond, and all the while you could feel their eyes on you.
  "And you need rest yourself. Remember, you're still recovering as well." After a short moment of silence that felt as if it were drawn out a few seconds too long, you hear the door close gently and the other in the room sigh softly. You held your breath, afraid that, whoever was with you, would not know that you are awake.
And then...
  "You can open your eyes now." You jump when hearing Martin's voice in a hushed tone right by your ear. Flinching hard and ripping your eyes open, your heart beats rapidly in your chest and your head pounds vigorously bringing with it a heat from hell itself. You groan loudly as your breathing begins to stagger. You once again shut your eyes tightly and feel as a cold wet cloth is placed on your forehead.
  "What--in the Gods' names-- is wrong with me." You choke out, gasping for breath.
  "Disease. A mixture of two actually. Blood Lung and Helljoint." He responds.
  "From What!?"
  "Blood Lung from rats and Helljoint from the wolves around the mountains. I expect some of the wolves ate the infected rats and it spread on the wind." As he explained, the heat began to wear away, once again leaving you freezing and grasping for a blanket, only to get a burning fever once you started moving again. This was going to be a very long sick break.
  "Gods damn it all." You practically shouted as you gave up on life.