~ That One Feeling ~ Nightmare X Killer [[ NightKiller ]] (Currently On Hiatus)

[[ Chapter 36 ]] Sick

{ The title might have given you the hint already. Looks like Nightmare's not gonna propose yet, cuz it's a change in plans. But hey, atleast the end of this book gets to be postponed for a bit ;)

I know how much you guys love this book, so I might add a few more chapters ti'll their wedding day which me and Poisoned_cakes have been discussing and planning for soon when the time comes.

Anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter wherein a sick Killer gets to be taken care of by an overprotective Octopus-

- Kawaii 💜 }

• Nightmare's P.O.V. •

I woke up to quiet groaning and light squirming against my chest. As my eye was fully adjusted to my surroundings, I looked down and found Killer quietly whining in discomfort, his eyes still closed.

"Killer ?" I softly asked shaking him gently. It looked as if he had a bad dream. "Wake up Love,"

Killer started to stir and after a few mods light movements, his eye sockets slowly opened.

"You okay Love ?" I asked softly, lifting my hand to touch his forehead, and when it did get in contact, my one eye socket widened in shock.

He's burning.

"Oh my Asgore, Killer you're hot !" I said worriedly, panic beginning to rise up in me.

Killer just chuckled quietly, cracking a grin. "Really ? Didn't know you thought of me that way Nighty~" He flirted.

I frowned. "Seriously Killer, you're burning up ! I think you might be sick." I said, cupping both of his cheeks which were the same condition of his forehead.

Killer shook his head. "Nah, I'm fine–"

"No. No you're not fine. You're burning up. Stay put, I'm gonna go get a thermometer." I said, getting out of bed and walking towards the closet, ignoring his excuse and looking for the thermometer I bad.

After a few moments, I felt something thin and metallic, pulling it out and smiling when I knew I was right and walked back towards the bed and crawled over to Killer.

"Summon your tongue." I demanded softly. (Keep your dirty thought to yourselves ya dirty fu–)

Killer looked to tired to say anything and just did as he was told. I placed the thermometer in his mouth, just beneath his red ecto-tongue and waited for the device to beep.

A few moments later, the small beep was heard and I pulled the device out of his mouth and looked at his temperature.

"38.1 degrees... You're definitely sick." I said with concern, placing the thermometer down after turning it off and hearing Killer whine.

"Is it just me or did the room suddenly got colder today ?" He asked quietly sitting up, his eye sockets half opened and his arms wrapping around his small frame, shivering a bit.

I grabbed my jacket from the bedstand and made Killer wear it and placed the hood up to cover the top of his skull. It was really big on him, but atleast it'd be enough to keep him warm and toasty for now.

I sighed and laid him back down, bringing the blanket up to his neck and used the extra pillows to place them beside him each side to keep him even more cozy.

"You need to lay down alright ? I'm gonna go downstairs for a minute and bring you your breakfast, a cold ice pack and some medicines to help you feel better okay ?" I say, kissing his cheek.