Paris x MALE!Reader (The Dummy's Dummy)

13

"Paris, am I gonna die?" I asked under my dry and rusty throat.

I threw up blood yesterday, and now..?

I'm laying here in my bedroom, sick in the head and tired through the skin.

"You have a fever, y/n..." I heard him reply back to me sternly.

I frowned as I felt the wet towel over my head. It felt somewhat warm.

I feel like I'm dying.

When I thought of that over my groggy whining, I heard the door open and in came f/n.

"Are you feeling a bit ok now, y/n..?" They asked.

I tiredly hummed, before saying, "I'm feeling less dead I guess..."

They smiled a bit from the joke and walked over to the side. They had a plastic bag in hand.

"What's that..?" I muttered.

"Their pills for your fever to go down." They answered back.

Paris sat and watched me and f/n talk before excusing himself out of the room. He needed to go back home now.

I didn't even realize it was already night time.

"This is a weird fever... I've had fevers haven't I..?" I asked after answering a question from f/n.

"Yep, you've had fevers before, why'd you ask that?" F/n replied.

"This fever seems different than the other fevers I've had... it's so discomforting, f/n..." I think I'm dying for sure.

They let out a sigh before reassuring me it was a normal thing.

I groaned before nodding and going over to sleep it off as he said so.

He promised to stay for the night too.

.......

I yawned, sitting up from the bed.

F/n was in his sleeping bag, still fast asleep.

I felt much better now.

I think that fever made me drunk yesterday.

What a pain...

Standing up to stretch my muscles, I glanced at the clock that read five in the morning.

Thinking back from last night, I think trying to cook breakfast for f/n is kind of a good start of saying thank you to them.

Yeah! I should cook!

Great idea, y/n! As if you know how to cook!

You're pathetic! You barely even know how to cook an egg! Or make toasts!

I sighed, walking out and to the bathroom for a shower before feeling a hand grab a hold of my right ankle.

Glancing down, I was about to scream in absolute fright.

It was a black hand. The light coming from my window wasn't showing it any sort of outline, but I knew damn well it was a hand.

Before I knew it, it spoke. The thing holding my ankle spoke.

"Y/n..." Good lord! It was so ear-piercing! It was like an ear rape coming from a big speaker!!!

I screamed right there which woke f/n up who glanced over to where I was staring before screaming with me.