Might go to Heaven || Plague Doctor × Reader

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I woke up early once again for the same reason as before. I hoped that it wouldn't happen again but here I am, freezing to death under multiple thick blankets. The guest bed was right next to a large window, which has been my main source of entertainment as of recently. There are curtains but I push them open just enough to peek out without anyone seeing me. Not that there was anyone out there, it was still dark and I'm eagerly awaiting the sun's daily appearance.

Although reaching my hand out of the blanket makes me feel ten times colder, I still do it so I can peer out the window. There's nothing interesting out there at this hour, all I can see is the moon and the branches that made their way in front of her. She must be lonely, you never realize how much you like having small daily interactions with people until self isolation is no longer a choice but an order.

Sure, the doctor interacts with me, but not very often. We don't have small talk or anything like that, he just mumbles to himself and tells me to return back to what I was doing. As if I have anything to do in here, I'm driving myself crazy. My imagination can only satisfy me for so long. I miss the tidbits of gossip I'd get from the older ladies that come to buy my herbs. They were always the most talkative compared to the younger customers.

I isolated myself for so long by choice, but I never went as far as to not talk to anyone at all. I'm having some sort of withdraw from social interaction, I never realized how much I liked it until now. I wish the doctor would make small talk with me, but it's always so awkward.

He's a mysterious character, the doctor. Being in this room all alone for hours upon hours has made me wonder about him. I don't even know his name, he sort of seems like a Nicholas. Or maybe a Joseph? I'm not sure, I want to ask him but that might be an inappropriate question. He seems quite old too, I wonder how long he's been practicing. I've been wanting to ask him or maybe snoop around a bit whilst he's not around, but I've been talking myself out of it.

I snapped out of my relentless thoughts once I saw the sun begin to come up, the light gracing the morning dew on the window. It was beautiful, I wish I was outside to experience it. The wet grass beneath my feet and the warm light slowly making its way upon my face. However it would be way too cold for me out there, my hands and feet are purple once again. I've been freezing for so long that I'm no longer shivering. I finally drop the curtain down over the window and cover my arm in the layers of blankets the rest of my body was covered in. I melted into the warmth of the bed, trying my best to ignore the feeling of numbness in my toes and fingers.

The cold subsided a little, or maybe it was just my body being too focused on knocking out to pay attention to my cold spell. I finally shut my eyes for good, drifting off to sleep and having a dream about who I'd come to be familiar with recently.