Toxic Lips [l.h]

s i x t y s i x

''Tell me where you're hiding your voodoo doll, cause I can't control myself.

I don't wanna stay, wanna run away, but I'm trapped under your spell."

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I wake up in the morning, burning hot.

My throat is dry and painful and my nose is stuffed, my skin on fire. 

"You're finally up," Luke says. He's already dressed in a grey t-shirt and his usual balck jeans, worry etched into his face. He sits beside me on the bed. 

"I feel horrible," I croak, trying to swallow to ease the painful dryness in my throat.

"You were burning up, but I didn't want to wake you," he says. He hands me a thermometer. "Put this is your mouth."

I comply, the cool metal of the stick soothing on my tongue.

A few minutes later, the thermometer beeps and Luke takes it from my mouth, reading it quickly.

"One oh two," he says, placing it on the bedside table. 

"But it's Monday," I say. "We have to work--"

"There is no way in hell you're going to work," Luke says instantly. 

"But--"

"Here, put on some pyjamas," he says, ignoring my protests. He hands me some of my pyjamas I must have left here before. I slide them on quickly and then am ushered back into bed by Luke.

"Luke, I need to go to work," I say. 

"No, Alaska," he says. "You're staying here, and so am I."

"You can't miss work," I say. "I'll be fine."

"Alaska--"

"Is everything alright?" Emma asks, opening the door a little and peeking inside.

"Morning, Emma," I smile at her weakly.

"Alaska has a one hundred and two degree fever," Luke states and I roll my eyes.

"Oh dear, that's not good," Emma says, stepping into the room.

"Yeah, so we're staying home from work today," he says.

"No, you're going to work, Luke," I say.

"I'm not leaving you here by yourself," he says sternly.

"I could take care of her," Emma says.

"No," Luke says instantly.

"Why not?"

"Because... because..." Luke struggles for a liable excuse and I smirk.

"Get in your work clothes, Lucifer," Emma says sternly. "I'm going to make Alaska some tea."

Luke huffs, knowing he's outnumbered. Emma turns on her heel and walks out of the room.

I lean back on Luke's pillows as he pulls his t-shirt off, swapping it for a lightl blue button up. He grabs a black coat and turns to face me.

"I guess I'll go then," he sighs. "I'll tell Emma where I keep my medicine, and get lots of sleep," he says, leaning down and kissing my burning forehead.

"God, you sound like my mother," I say.

He rolls his eyes. "Don't do anything stupid, and if you steal my Mars Bars I will know."

"And how will you know?"

"Trust me, I'll know." He smirks and kisses my cheek before standing up straight.