Golden Passion (Jasper Jordan X Reader 1920s AU)

Chapter 7

     "How is she?" The sting of your husband's voice struck you from behind the door of your shared bedroom. You shook delicately with illness as you laid on the expensive cotton sheets which kept you warm in your state of pain.

     "No better I'm afraid." Raven's voice spoke in response. You watched the door with red, tired eyes.

     "I'm off to work. Call for a doctor would you?" You heard the heavy footsteps walk off down the hall. Followed by the soft determined ones of Raven. A moment passed as you lay there, your hair sticking to you as sweat decorated your whole body. This had gone on for several days. Nausea, and the vomiting, and the aching. You felt week all throughout the day, only for your strength to return in the night when you'd wander the mansion till the sunrise. Of course, it was more or less an escape from the menace that was the man you slept next to. It had only been a few weeks since he hurt you, and since then it was like a beast had been subdued. He reverted back to his usual, calm, and professional demeanor. But nothing shook you away from the memory of that night.

     As soon as your Mr left Jasper entered the room, and was by your side before you even had the time say hello. He put a hand to your forehead and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over you. His eyes once again searching your face for any sign of change. You looked up at him with a helpless smile. Ever since he'd found you that morning, Jasper had tended to you as if you were his most precious possession.

     "How are you feeling?"

     "Tired." You replied, reaching up and running your fingers across his jawline and chin. Over the hairs that continued to grow. "You're growing it out now?"

     "Like it?" Though his gaze of worry refused to budge, a small smile pulled at the edge of his lips. You nodded, and let your hand fall down his neck and arm till you found your finger intertwined with his. "Raven called for a doctor. He should be here in a few hours." His smile disappeared. You went to sit up from your place, causing Jasper to jump from his seat in caution. Once he realized you were only sitting up and not running to vomit your small breakfast up, he helped you get comfortable. "Hey." He brushed aside some hair behind your ear and looked deeply into your eyes. "You're gonna be okay. I promise you, everything will be alright. I'll make sure of it." You smiled at him, affectionately stroking his cheek as you tried to hold back not only tears but a wave of nausea that hit you. 

     Suddenly you couldn't control yourself, your smile quickly disappeared and you jerked forward. Thoughts racing in your mind, as you tried not to throw up. You started to gag, and Jasper went running. Bringing you back a trash bin within a matter of seconds. It was embarrassing to have Jasper there to see you in such a state, to say the least. You tried to deny letting him see you like this but he wouldn't have it. He was going to take care of you whether you liked it or not. When the uncomfortable and painful moment passed, he took away the bin and set it in the bathroom for Harper to begrudgingly clean it. You felt bad making her clean up after you like that. Especially something so...vile. But Harper was nice, she only showed resistance to Jasper when he ordered her around like that. You'd be lying if you didn't find her reaction at least a little amusing.

     Jasper kept you company and took care of you. Making you drink and eat what you could. Fearful that you would only vomit it back up again. He expressed his fear that you were coming down with the flu or polio. He was scared you'd either be sent away to get better, or you'd die in his arms. You assured him his worrying was in vain. But he brushed your reassurance aside, he wasn't going to let you go through this alone. None of them were. Monty, Raven, Harper, even Murphy the gardener. Who told you about how Jasper asked him for the flowers he left for you. And how he talked about you to him, as if you were an angel.