Notes: [f/n]= first name
When You’re Sick
Lately, I haven’t been feeling well. It seems like a normal cold, but….something’s different. It feels worse than that, like my very core of being is sick. It’s hard to explain, but it’s terrible. It’s almost like something is, I don’t know,changing in me. While I’m bedridden with whatever is ailing me, my boyfriend is fretting about trying to take care of me.
I hope I get better soon.
Slenderman:
I sigh in relief as Slendie places a cold, wet rag on my burning forehead. “Thanks,” I croak out.
“No problem. Now here, take this medicine,” Slendie orders as he hands me two little pills. I weakly grab the pills and pop them in my mouth. Slendie holds a glass of water to my lips as I drink down the pills. “I’ll be back, I’m going to make you some soup. Rest while I’m gone.”
Irrational fear grips at my heart at the thought of Slendie leaving me, but I beat it down. What am I so scared of? “Ok, I will,” I tell him. I can tell Slendie is extremely worried, and I don’t want to worry him even more by acting scared. I watch him until he is no longer within my line of blurry sight. When he’s gone, my eyes slip shut as I fall into a feverish sleep. Voices whisper in my mind, telling me things that don’t make sense. I want the voices to stop.
I am broken free from the nightmare when Slendie’s cool hand presses against my forehead. “Hey,” Slendie says softly. “Sorry to wake you. The soup is done, though, and you should eat it hot.”
I struggle into a sitting position. “It’s ok, I was having a nightmare,” I say with a smile, relieved to be free from it.
“What kind of nightmare?” Slendie immediately asks, alarm slipping into his words.
“It wasn’t a big deal, just a bunch of voices whispering stuff I couldn’t make out,” I explain, confused as to why Slendie is so concerned about a nightmare. I watch as his fingers tightly grip the spoon and his body tenses up. “Why, what’s the matter?”
“Nothing,” Slendie relies, his voice gruff. He forcibly relaxes his grip on the spoon as he dips it into the soup. He holds a spoonful of soup in front of my mouth, steam rising from the simple broth. “Here, say ‘ah’.”
“Ah,” I say as I open my mouth for him. He places the spoonful into my mouth, and the lightly flavored broth slips smoothly down my throat. I don’t push the subject, and instead silently allow Slendie to feed me. I’m much too sick to work up an effort to force Slendie to tell me what’s on his mind.
I manage to finish off all the broth, which is able to settle in my stomach without issues. “Now get some more rest,” Slendie gently demands. “I’ll be right here while you sleep.”
“Thank you,” I whisper as I softly fall into sleep. With Slendie around, I’m sure I won’t have nightmares.
What I don’t see as I’m sleeping is Slendie nervously pulling out a book as he scours its pages for an answer.
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BEN:
“No, lay down,” Ben demands as he forces me down.
“I don’t want to,” I whine. I had fallen asleep the last time I laid down, and I was haunted by voices whispering things I couldn’t make out, but left me with a sense of dread.
“Too bad, you’re sick,” Ben says firmly. He lifts the covers and crawls into bed with me.
“No, Ben, you’ll get sick!” I cry.
