Assassin's Creed | What If's

Getting Sick

Author's Note: Continuation of the original What if story~ before you read this, maybe a little warning.

Few cursing, a fluffy moment between you, Connor and Shay.

In case you're confused start reading the very first chapter: Full of Weirdness, the other stories like a one-shot, modern one-shot are very different from the original story. I will arrange them once this book is fully completed or it could be a lot of stories to help me develop my English too. Anyway, Enjoy!

"Guys, I'm fine. Seriously!" I pleaded for hundredth times but I still have to go to the Asylum at Lambeth for a check-up and I still got my fever up high. "Not until you're better because people will think you're infected by something!" Evie scolded me.

It happened two days ago where I was working with my craftmanship like making a replica of a nichirin (into Demon Slayer/Kimetsu no Yaiba) I asked Connor and Shay to fetch me some small wood for me to craft it. While I was crafting the hilt I suddenly started sneezing and sweating at the same time, "That's not normal," I told myself while grabbing a handkerchief that's hanging on my chair. I went back to crafting then the mucus started oozing like a nosebleed more like a clear version of it. I used the hanky again to blow it, and so many came out. I assumed I inhaled some wood dust while crafting, I proceeded to make the blade then I started sweating hard. "This ain't normal!" I say to myself, grabbing another hanky and wiped all the sweat from my chest. Maybe the area I worked in is very humid and the lamp hitting my face, makes sense.

No one bothered me because I told them to not disturb me while I make the replica, so much for a cosplayer like me. I stand up for me to take a break from crafting until my hands and my left leg is hurting me, the muscles contracted. I limped everywhere, I gritted my teeth because the spot from the bottom of my foot is painful. I went out of the room to get some water while limping, the first one who noticed it is Edward walking back to his room. "You alright lass?"

"Yeah, I think my leg slept for too long," I jokingly said. He raised his backhand, "want me to slap that off for you?" His grin made me backed away because the feeling on my left leg is like ants running all over the place. "Hell no! You'll make it worse!"
"I'm kidding, lass~"

"Kidding, My face." I roll my eyes and continue limping away from Edward, he then followed me to the kitchen. Ezio, Altair, and Desmond were talking to each other while drinking booze. "Ehi Bella. You Alright? Are you hurt?" Ezio asked.

"No grandpa. Y/n's leg is asleep." Desmond told him. I give him a thumbs-up, "Yep. My leg is asleep but my foot is hurting me that's what."

"You sure you didn't work out that hard? Because that's usually caused by it." Altair sips his wine, while I grabbed a glass and pour some cold water. "I think so." I paused while drinking it, " Right now I have to ease the pain," Ezio stands up and sauntered to me, "Let me help you," as he insisted to carry me like a bride all the way to the room . A tint of red blush over my cheeks as Ezio is being a gentleman to me. I feel bad so I had to deny his offer, "No, no! I'll walk," the shyness within me is still embedded. He didn't budge and picks me up anyway, Altair and Edward glare darts at him. He stuck his tongue out and takes me back to the room, however, he changes his direction going to the attic. I felt something went wrong, I panicked "uhh! Where are we going?"

"To your room,"

"Why?"

"Because you seem to have a fever running,"

Fever? I give him the look of disbelief, "You're lying. How can you tell?"

Then we entered the attic and puts me on the bed. I sit upon my bed, he put his hand on my forehead he leaned closer touching his backhand to his forehead. Seeing how close Ezio is made me blush a bit, "See? You have a fever and its quite higher than mine," he said. A small of a breath of relief from my mouth I thought he was gonna do something to me, I glance at him to his chocolate eyes. Then he smirks at me, "what are you thinking?"