Our Daughter (Slenderman x Female Reader)

Without You

~~Slender's Pov~~

"She's still sick? What did you do to her?" Splendor demands of me with wide eyes.

None of them are sure what's happening. You can't keep anything down and you're growing thinner by the minute. It's almost like something is eating you from the inside out, taking all of your nutrients. You have now been sick for two weeks now.

"Maybe it's time we called Lucifer. Eyeless Jack and Doctor Smiley are at a loss, so perhaps he'll have an idea," Trender points out.

"I know. I know. I need to call him She's been able to keep down a quarter cup of broth, so it's an improvement." He explains to his brothers.

"You've been using bone broth?" Splendor demands of him. "Please tell me you at least thought of that."

"Of course I did! I'm not completely helpless," He huffs back in annoyance. "You can see her for yourself. She's looking a little better today."

"I want to see her!" Splendor insists, pushing him aside and hurrying to the bed. "Y/N, darling! You must have some idea what's going on! Y/N? Where'd she go?"

"Where'd she?!" Slender demands, him and his brothers crowding around the bed to indeed find you gone.

"Y/N?!" Slender calls, searching the mansion for you. "How did she get past us?! Who's to say where she's gone! If she's not careful she's going to pass out again!"

"How could you lose her?!" Splendor demands of him.

"She was in bed when I left!" He snaps back in reply. "It's not my fault!"

"Ugh, you had one job brother!" Splendor replies with a huff.

"Just help me find her," He growls, leaving the bedroom to go and search the mansion for you.

When he doesn't find you anywhere in the halls he feels out into the forest, sighing when he finally locates you. He informs everyone he found you before heading into the trees to head where you are. He finds you sitting by a small creek with your feet dipped into the cool water.

"You have everyone worried you know," He remarks as he settles down beside you.

"I wanted fresh air," You mumble, slumping against him with a soft sigh.

Odd, it's not like you to brush off everyone's worry like that, no matter how much fresh air you may have wanted.

"Lots of exercise isn't good for you when you're sick, especially not in your condition," He reasons gently.

"Mhmm," You hum in reply.

He looks down at you when you glance up at him, a soft sigh leaving him. Your eyes are all glassy from the fever. Everyone is right. It's about time he calls Lucifer. It's been two weeks, and although you kept broth down this morning it clearly doesn't mean you're any better. It was just good to get some food into your system. He's caught off guard when you collapse against him and your body begins seizing, cursing as he lays you down, resting your head in his lap as your body convulses. When the tremors stop he turns you onto your side to let the fluid in your mouth drain. He waits for you to wake back up before he moves you, thankful he brought his phone as he sends an emergency text to Lucifer.

"Hey there darling. How do you feel?" He asks gently when you open your eyes again.

"Hurts," Is what you whimper in reply.

He gets you as aware of things as your fever will allow before picking you up and taking you back to the mansion. He gently lays you in bed, sighing when he finds you had passed out again.