Clinomania

51. His Touch

Not About Angels- Birdy

=2:42pm, 13th June 2016=

"Morning, Miss Everton."

"Morning."

"How are you feeling today? Alright?"

"Yes."

"Have the rashes started?"

"All over my fucking body."

"That's normal."

"So uh any hallucinations? Paranoia?"

"Lawrence! I'm fine. If I'm dying I'll tell you."

[Chuckling, he notes down a few things, continuing to speak to her.]

"Your fever went down."

[Naya nods subtly, nipping her peeling skin. Lawrence stares at her for a good minute before leaving her ward to take something.]

[He comes back into the room, with a tube in his hand. Lawrence takes her arm and starts to rub the moisturiser with a little too much tenderness. Naya notices how much he cares.]

"What are you doing?"

"Are you blind? I'm quite sure scarlet fever doesn't cause blindness."

"I can do this myself."

"You need to start taking care of your body Naya. You're skin's been peeling ever since I came round. If you need something, ask for it."

"Yeah okay, I will. God, you're such a mom."

[He gets up to leave, placing his hand on her forehead. Naya is undoubtedly stunned, slightly flinching to his touch.]

"Rest up. You need it if you want to get back to work."

[And at the same time, Naya looks down to her fingers and wonders if this is the same feeling as Silas' touch. Rough but warm. Coarse but soothing.]

[But then Naya's heart would clench at the bitterness of his absence.]

[She would then ponder more of how he felt like, how he smelt like, how his kisses felt like against her lips or how her heart would beat ten times harder knowing his eyes were on her.]

[And it would hurt.]

-

PS: she has not talked to Silas yet

-thank you for 19K and 3K votes!-

please do vote and comment if you like Clinomania, it encourages me to write more often ╰(*'︶'*)╯♡

T H A N K   Y O U    F O R
L O V I N G    M E