Things have not been going well, you look out at the sea of red of your flower garden, you let out a sombre sigh as you pluck out more of the matured camellias, and the proudness that you harder for your garden gradually fades away as you collect more, but you knew it must be done. The flu season is fast approaching, and Followers are already falling ill.
You remember what Kallamar told you once on how to make the effects of medicine stronger, so one by one, you take off the petals and spread them out on a tray, you place the tray out in the sun to have the petals dry up, as you replant the seeds you count on how many you have left, hoping that you have enough to plant and to make medicine for the sick.
Unfortunately, you did not have seeds to spear, you look at the empty holes in the dirt and at the small cup with few seeds, you have to make a choice; plant the last few seeds you have or save them, thinking carefully and weighing the pros and cons you end up filling up the holes with nothing.
You ignore the headache that is beginning to form and to deal with it later, you start to crush the camellia seeds into a powder with the help of a mortar and pestle, and then put it away for later use.
You are too busy in your own little world that you do not hear anyone enter the healing bay, that is until they call out your name.
"(Y/N), can you help them?". You shake your head to get out of the spaced-out mindset and look over to see who called out to you, you see Lambert helping Yaron up, obviously, Lambert struggles to help them up with Yaron being an elephant, you rush over to help.
"You don't even have to ask, take them to the bed" Both you and Lambert manage to take them to the bed, "leave it to me".
"Thanks (Y/N) don't overwork yourself now".
"I know I know, you worry too much for me".
Lambert leaves the healing bay to continue his cult Leader duties. you take a look over at Yaron, you put a paw on their forehead, and they are overheating.
"Can you tell me what's wrong?" you ask as you place a wet cloth on their head to cool them down.
"Head...hurts, I'm really tired...and everything hurts" As they explain their symptoms they let out uncontrollable dry coughs and judging by their voice, they have a sore throat, and you knew, they got the flu.
"Alright, relax here for now" You go to the counter to work on some medicine.
"E-excuse me? (Y/N)?" You look over to the new voice and see Kallamar.
"Are you also starting to feel poorly?"
"No, I feel fine...I was wondering if you wanted any help?"
You smile gently at Kallamar's shyness, you wait for him to look at you, and he does when he does not hear a reply.
"I would love the extra help, especially with your expertise in medicine".
He quickly moves beside you and looks at the ingredients you have ready to use.
"I have something that might help?" Kallamar pulls out a bag and opens it, inside there are menticide mushrooms, you look up at him in shock.
"Are those?"
"If you use them in small amounts the drug effect won't happen!" Kallamar is in a panic as he explains himself, hearing Yaron cough some more you let out a defeated sigh, "Please believe me".
"I believe you".
You watch intensely as Kallamar cuts up the mushrooms, he leaves the stems aside as he did not need them.
"Can get the crushed seeds?" he asks, you do what he says, and you get them, you pass the seeds to him and accidentally brush your paws together, you can see Kallamar turn red at the contact and decide to not say anything, however, Yaron does.
"I don't know what's making me...nauseous... the flu...or you two...failing at flirting with each other"
You both look back with red faces, surprised at the sudden comment, that is until Yaron vomits on the floor.
"Never mind... it was the flu..."
As you clean up Yaron's mess, Kallamar finishes off the medicine, he passes it to you and you hand it to Yaron, you take the cup back, and lastly, you rewet the rag and place it back on their head.
You both leave the healing bay and get some fresh air, you suddenly let out a few coughs and Kallamar gives you a worried expression.
"I'm..." you clear your throat to sound somewhat normal, "I'm fine...really" Before you can walk away Kallamar holds you by the shoulders, he first touches his head and then yours.
"(Y-Y/N) you're heating up, you should be resting!" His outburst only made your headache grow more instance.
"I can hold off for the day, I'll rest...tomorrow"
He shakes his head no and holds your paw.
"You need bed rest, I don't want you getting worse!" he takes you to your tent, "Please, lay down" he looks as if he is about to cry at the thought of you being unwell, not wanting to worry him more than he already is, you oblige.
You lay there waiting for Kallamar to return, you did not realize how tired you have become, your eyelids feel heavy, but you fight the sleep away, with Kallamar as your motivation to stay awake.
He returns to your tent with a rag and a cup, he helps you sit up, but your body starts to feel too heavy, so you lean against him. You sip on the same medicinal liquid as Yaron, the taste is bitter, but it goes down smoothly, it is much better than your original remedy.
"You need to listen to your body when you're sick (Y/N)" He then dabs your face with the wet rag, You first shiver at how cold it is but then your eyes flutter shut and relax into it.
Kallama did not leave your side the whole day, he made you his first priority.
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In Sickness And Health
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Siblings who nearly die together, stay together (cult of the Lamb x reader)
FanfictionWhat if Lambert had a sibling, and that sibling was you?
