Stolen

Chapter 14: Sentimental Items

Your POV

The pain was nearly gone, not completely, but nearly. At first the pain had mirrored that of a flame, a rancid flame. You could have sworn that you had felt a similar sensation, long ago. Now that your senses were finally coming back you could feel and remind yourself you had four limbs, it had felt as if they had burned away earlier.

But you still felt restless and you couldn't help but twitch ever so slightly, feeling a fever linger. You hated being sick, ever since you were a child. It made you feel unable to look after yourself. But now you grew more restless.

Last time you had fallen ill the sister had been at your side the entire time making you feel safe, and then at night you didn't feel alone with the breathing and snores of the other girls in the bedroom.

But now... it was silent.

No gentle voice, no breathing. And that terrified you.   

Shadow's POV

As the hours went by the day had passed and it was now night, Vanilla and Cream were resting as well, Sally already left. And (Y/N) still hadn't woken up. However I was seeing that as a fortunate thing as she had developed a fever.

Not only that she was still restless, and I felt pathetic in the fact I couldn't do anything to help her. I let my gaze wonder finding it hard to look at her distressed, and my eye caught onto to something bright. Silver.

It was instinct for a vampire to be weary of silver as if it were in the shape of a cross then it's fatal. Well, not to me. But it was a root reflex I had developed over the years. (Y/N)'s silver cross rested on the bed side table, the chain slightly tangled catching the light a little.

I have to wonder, why she has kept it? It no longer protects her, possibly because she is immortal now. Perhaps she saw it as a keep sake from the orphanage, undoubtedly the Sister would have given it to her when she was taken into her care. But I wasn't aware that they had words engraved on the back of the cross.

Engraved in red letters were the words 'Be Safe'. Certainly a charming sentiment.

"Uhh..."

Looking back to (Y/N) she was growing more restless turning her head from side to side, her torso jolting. Mumbling incoherently, barely conscious.

"(Y/N) you need to calm down." I said gently, standing up from my seat leaning over her slightly.

"N-no..." She weakly uttered.

"(Y/N) you still haven't completely recovered, if you don't calm down you're going to make your fever worse." I tried to reason with her.

"A-alone.... Quiet..." Were the only words I could decipher.

Did she think she was alone? Can she even hear anything at the moment? It's possible.

I hesitated pondering my actions. I needed to let her know she wasn't alone but I knew I wasn't the best person to do that. But when she grew more restless I reluctantly placed my hand on her forehead stroking it gently to let her know I was there. However I was alarmed at her high temperature.

She physically jolted giving a small whimper but calmed down instantly ceasing to move, and I could tell she said as finally getting some proper rest. I let out a small sigh in relief but also frustration at myself.