What Happened? (Reader X Mithzan)✔️

Chapter 12

*{Y/n}'s POV*

*A week later*

I called in sick. I had caught the flu, although, not sure how, but I now only laid on my couch. I didn't really wanna do much, well, I was up to doing much anyways. Always nauseous and sweaty. All the windows in my house were open, even the fan was on. My legs were sprawled out all over my couch and I was wearing shorts instead of my normal everyday attire. Salem lay asleep on my chest, he rose up and down with every breath I took.

A set of knocks rocked on my door. I coughed to clear my throat.

"Come in." I rasped, trying to direct my {e/c} eyes towards the door.

The person rattled the doorknob, but they didn't open the door.

"It's locked!" They called.

I groaned, pushing Salem off me and getting up. I slowly went over to the door and opened it.

"What do you want?" I sniffled. "Can't you see I'm physically deteriorating."

"Oh, ew. I didn't know you were sick." It was Max.

"Yes, I also didn't know you were coming to bother me today." I snapped.

"Sheesh, calm down." He waved his hands around.

"I can't if I'm miserable." I replied, sighing deeply.

"Can I still come in?" He asked.

"Sure, if you wanna catch the flu." I said, almost about to sneeze, but the feeling immediately went away.

"I guess it's worth it." He sighed, walking in past me.

I shut the door, repeating what he had just said moments ago. I shook my head and went into the kitchen and got a drink of water and a {flavour, ex: cherry, grape, lime, etc.} freeze-pop. I cut the top of the freeze-pop off with a knife before I went back and sat on the couch. I stared at the blank wall, almost seeing delusions that hurt my head. I began to eat the pop. Max was sitting at the opposite end of my couch. What I really wanted to know was why he was here. I didn't feel like asking, for I was overly annoyed that he come to visit me while I felt like I was slowly dying. I suddenly lost all appetite to eat the flavoured stick of ice. I put it down on the coffee table in front of me. Max looked over at me.

"For having the flu, you look like your version is worse." He said.

"That's cause it is." I replied. "Hallucinations, not eating enough, really warm all the time, not fun stuff." I laid down, sick to my stomach just thinking about the pop.

He got up and stood over me. "Well, you have to eat." He said.

"It's not like I have the stomach where I literally puke up my insides!" I snapped, then shriveled back at the thought. "It's just the damn flu." That's at least what I was hoping it was.

Max sighed, throwing his beanie onto the coffee table.

"Want some ice then?" He asked me.

"Yeah, I think I have an ice pack in the freezer." I coughed.

Max looked at me, a bit disgusted, then smiled warmly. He went off into my kitchen grabbing the stuff I needed. He came back a few minutes later with a ice pack wrapped in a rag. I took it. Instead of placing it on my forehead, I placed it underneath my shirt, on my stomach.

"Do you want me to leave?" He asked me. " Cause, like, I can."

I hesitated for a moment.

"Yes." I said lowly.

He picked up his beanie and put it back on, about to exit.

"No!" I yelped quickly. "Never mind! I want you to stay!"

He turned around and came back over to me.

"But if you stay, you should probably chill in my room, I haven't been in there much." I sighed.

Max looked down at me, brown eyes glazed with hurt. That confused me. He walked into my room without saying anything else. My eyes followed for a moment, letting my mind weakly wander. Salem jumped up onto the couch. He came over to me and starred into my eyes. I starred back into his greyish-blue eyes. He meowed.

I know Salem, don't push me. I wanna, but I'm too sick to even deal with anything right now.

Salem eyed me, then laid down around my neck.

I wanna tell him, but I don't know how to.

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