Lumity One-Shots

Fevered Whispers

I found this in my drafts and thought i should post it and if you guys have any requests please let me know :)

Luz Noceda tossed and turned restlessly in her bed, her forehead burning with fever. The room felt stiflingly hot, the air thick with the weight of her illness. She groaned softly, her body wracked with chills as she clutched the blankets tightly around her.

Amity Blight hovered anxiously beside Luz's bed, her heart heavy with worry. She watched helplessly as Luz tossed and turned, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. She reached out to brush a strand of hair away from Luz's sweaty forehead, her touch gentle and soothing.

"Luz, can you hear me?" Amity whispered, her voice laced with concern.

Luz's eyelids fluttered open, her gaze unfocused as she struggled to focus on Amity's face. "Amity? Is that you?" she mumbled weakly.

Amity nodded, her eyes filled with tears. "Yes, it's me. You're burning up, Luz. I'm going to take care of you, okay?"

Luz nodded weakly, her body trembling with fever. She felt a wave of dizziness wash over her, the room spinning around her in a dizzying blur. She reached out for Amity's hand, seeking comfort in the midst of her illness.

Amity squeezed Luz's hand reassuringly, her heart aching at the sight of Luz's suffering. She reached for a damp cloth and gently dabbed at Luz's forehead, hoping to bring her some relief from the fever that ravaged her body.

As the hours passed, Amity remained steadfast by Luz's side, tending to her every need with unwavering devotion. She fetched cool drinks and fresh blankets, doing everything in her power to ease Luz's discomfort.

And as the night wore on, Luz's fever began to break, her breathing growing steadier as the worst of her illness passed. She drifted into a fitful sleep, her dreams haunted by fevered visions of a world spinning out of control.

When she awoke the next morning, the sun was shining brightly through the window, casting a warm glow over the room. She blinked blearily, her memories of the previous night's illness slowly coming back to her.

"Amity?" she called out, her voice hoarse.

Amity appeared in the doorway, a smile spreading across her face at the sight of Luz awake and alert. "Good morning, Luz. How are you feeling?"

Luz sat up slowly, her body still feeling weak from the illness. "Better, I think. Thanks to you," she replied, her voice filled with gratitude.

Amity stepped forward and enveloped Luz in a gentle hug, her heart overflowing with relief. "I'm just glad you're okay, Luz. I was so worried about you."

Luz hugged her back tightly, feeling a rush of warmth flood her chest at the contact. "Thank you, Amity. I don't know what I would do without you."

And as they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, their bond stronger than ever before.