Change of Heart ( Reaper x Reader )

Chapter 10 - Rest

You wake up in a small room on a gurney. Dr. Ziegler is smiling next to you. "You passed out. How are you feeling?" She asks. "I'm alright." You reply. "I suggest you drink water throughout the day. You were only out for about 5 minutes. Do you have any idea what caused it? Perhaps over straining yourself?" She asks. "No. I'm alright." You reply. "Ok then, you are good to go. Come back if anything seems wrong. Someone is waiting for you outside by the way." She winks. You get up and leave the small room with her.

Outside is a hallway with long windowed walls and a few benches lining the path. On one of the benches, seats Reaper. He turned toward you and stood up. He holds his arms out at his sides. You walk over to him and he embraces you. "Are you alright?" He asks. "Yes I'm sorry." You reply flustered. "I should probably keep an eye on you just in case." He says, releasing you. He leads you to your room and you open your door. The both of you enter.

He removes his mask and sets it on the nightstand by your bed. "You should probably get some rest." He says, making your bed for you. "I'm fine I swear." You reply. He shoots a serious look your way. "I don't need you passing out again." He says, helping you into bed. "Do you feel hot?" He asks, removing one glove and putting his hand on your forehead. He sits on the edge of the bed leaning over you. He is so close now. You were fine before but now your face really is heating up and it's his fault.

His hand, gently on your forehead, and his once harsh eyes both looking softly at you. You look at his face lined in scars. You wanted badly to touch his face in return, feel his scars under your fingers, and caress his face so that he may forget they ever existed.

He moved his hand from your forehead to your cheek, slightly petting it with his thumb. You could tell he was tired by the way his eyes fluttered. "Maybe you need some rest too." You say. He gives a half smile, and then returns it to a troubled look. "I don't... sleep much. It's not that I don't want to... it's just. I have trouble." You finally place your hands on his cheeks.
"Come lay down." You say. He crawls in next to you. You put your head on his chest, holding him and the both of you drift to sleep. It's been years since he had good sleep, but ever since you came along, he's been able to rest.

To be continued.....