Nightmare x Killer

Sick

Hello everyone, sorry for the long wait! I apologize for that, I was having an extreme lack of inspiration and had a hard time figuring out what the plot should be. I'm confused whetever I should be concentrating on romance or action, perhaps equally both? Share your thoughts ^^

Just so you know, this book does not have plot already finished and was created as a challenge on how I could be working on one part and see from where it could go there.

Also, I've kept a very long break from writing so I have no idea how this will turn out.

Now to the story! I hope you enjoy.
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Killer's P.O.V

I woke up feeling very warm and comfy. I felt my feet burning up, like someone just grilled me. I look all over the place and recognise the living room. I noticed that I had atleast three blankets on me. Something was weighing my forehead. I reach out to it and my hand pulls something wet and heavy off my head. A warm wet towel. I guess Nightmare put it there. I try to move my legs, only to feel an aching pain on my knees. Everything hurts. But it's okay, this is what it feels to be alive.

What even happened?

I lay down for a while, resting my eyes for a bit. Then I remembered.

That little brat.

As soon as I remember Chara, a wave of anger and restlessness filled my body. That annoying little smile.... It makes me want to punch them right in the face. That sweet satisfaction when my hard fist meets their soft face and makes a damage. They fall down to the ground. I'd get on top of them and reach my hand to their face and rip their tongue out of their mouth. The pathetic little whines they'd make.

"Uhhhh..... is everything okay?" I hear from my right. It's Nightmare.

Oh gosh. Oh no. I just realised that I had smiled creepily while looking at the ceiling while making weird hand gestures. How do I even explain this?

"Yyyeaaaaaahhh" I say slowly. What the hell was that?

He comes near me and lowers his head to my level. His hand creeps out slowly to my forehead and touches it for a while.

"It seems that your fever has calmed down." Nightmare says as he gives my head a few pats and stands up.

It seems to be morning. I search for a clock around the room. There isn't one. I look at Nightmare's back, as he goes back to the kitchen. I wonder what he's doing?

No-one's  POV

Killer tries to get up from the couch. His whole body is shaking, and his head feels like it's about to explode. He crawls to the kitchen slowly. Killer looks at the kitchen's clock. It is 7 am. Killer feels like it's waayyyy too early to be up. Oh well, he'll probably end up napping the entire day either way. Killer looks at Nightmare. Nightmare is taking water to the pot, and turns it on to make it boil.

"So, Killer, are you feeling better?" Nightmare asks without of turning around. He sounds cold, but atleast he's making the effort to sound caring.

Weakling.

Killer is sure that that was what Nightmare is thinking.

"Yes." Killer said with a chuckle.

Nightmare turns around and says: "That's good."

He looks at Killer and comes a bit closer.
"I'm making hot water so if you want tea you can take it or something." 

"How kind of brew" Killer jokes.

Nightmare groans at Killer's playfulness. However surely, somewhere, deep down, Nightmare finds comfort in this.
Could this be a start of brew-tea-ful friendship? Or perhaps even something more?

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Sorry for the short and awkward chapter.
I'm trying to get back into writing.
Constructive critisism would be very helpful ^^