Creepypasta Short Stories. (Book 1)

~I Need A Doctor~ Dr. Smiley. (2/2)

Dr. Smiley x (Sick) Reader

2nd POV

A little while later you awoke to Smiley softly shaking you.
You opened your eyes, and saw he stood there, a bowl of steamy soup in one of his hands.
To your surprise, you felt way better, your head ache was nearly gone and you didn't feel hot anymore.
You sat up and Smiley handed you the bowl of soup.
"Thanks Smiley, and also, I feel way better. What were those pills?" You asked as you looked at him.
Smiley chuckled and smiled beneath his mask as he sat down by your legs.
"It's a secret that I'll never tell, it's of no importance as long as it's helped you right?" He replied.
You shrugged back at him and took a spoonful of the soup, and recognize the taste as (your favorite).
"Can you answer this then? How'd ya know I'd like this kind of soup?" You asked again.
Smiley looked up at the ceiling, his eyes looking as if he was reminiscing.
"Well, when we first became friends you told me all about what kinds of things you enjoyed, loved, liked and etcetera. I remember what it was because I only remember important things." He replied.
You looked up at him and a small "Awe." escaped your lips.
Smiley chuckled and looked back at you, to see you had the whole bowl of soup now finished.
Your stomach felt warm and satisfied, you placed it onto the night stand and sat back against the pillows.
"Thanks again Smiley, for taking care of me." You said as you smiled.
Smiley nodded, his red eyes met yours.
He then moved closer to you, and he reached his hand out towards your face.
You felt yourself blush again, and his hand wiped away at something on the side of your mouth.
"A little messy eater you are." He said humorously.
You rolled your eyes and pushed his hand away playfully.
"I'm not pretty when I eat." You said in the same tone as you folded your arms.
Smiley chuckled at your words, then he took off his mask.
He never usually took it off, you'd only seen him without it on a few times before.
You caught yourself staring at him, his smile was very beautiful, and if you were honest with yourself, you'd admit you wanted to kiss him.
"You're pretty anyways Y/N." He said as he turned to you, some of his black hair swaying with his movement.
Your eyes widened a bit, and you felt your heart flutter once more.
"You're pretty too... especially when your mask ain't on." You replied with a soft smile.
Smiley felt himself blush, and he also felt his heart beat fast as well.
He had some slight feelings for you, but he was still trying to figure out emotions and such, he was a serial killer after all, someone who he himself thought was incapable of feeling anything.
Smiley smiled again, and he got off the bed, and moved right next to you.
Your eyes followed him, and soon he was above you.
He then suddenly kissed your forehead, and then in that same second put his mask back on.
You slightly froze, and Smiley then turned and picked up the bowl from the nightstand.
"Try and sleep a little bit, I'll be back again soon, maybe without my mask on." He said as he looked at you.
You snapped out of your thoughts and nodded, then burrowed down into the blankets.
Smiley moved his hands down to the blankets and tucked you in, his eyes watching as you grew drowsy.
You closed your eyes and slowly started slipping away, you heard Smiley start to leave your room, but as he closed the door he said "You're even pretty when you sleep."