Might go to Heaven || Plague Doctor × Reader

×Advances×

I got up pretty early today, but I know for a fact that the doctor is already working by now. He told me during one of our conversations that he gets up right when the sun starts to rise. I've decided to wash up a bit and talk to him since I forgot to yesterday.

It's definitely a bit early but I'm sure he wouldn't mind. I walked over to the vanity in the guest room and sat down on the stool. As I looked in the mirror I gasped at the rats nest that laid upon my head. I quickly searched for a comb and started to brush my hair immediately once I found one. It took a surprisingly long amount of time and my arms got sore, but the end result was totally worth it.

It surely has been a long time since I last took a long look at myself in the mirror. I used the water in the wash basin to wash my face and brush my teeth. I also gave myself a sponge bath right after and shaved my legs with a safety razor, but I don't suppose that's too important. I also noticed that all I had been wearing was oversized gowns, so I looked for something more fitting.

Somewhere along my stay, the doctor had gone and retrieved some of my most important belongings from my home, like my clothing and hygiene products. So I searched through the bag and found a cute sundress goes to right above the knee. I also found a thick brown belt to put around the waist, for a more curvy and cinched look. I added a pair of frilly white socks and decided that I looked good enough.

I then looked in the mirror for the last time and fixed my hair. For some reason, I felt the need to look my absolute best for the doctor, and I can't exactly pinpoint what it is. Shrugging it off, I left my room and went to his desk where he usually is. And sure enough, he was already writing down something in that thick notebook of his.

I walked up to his desk, "Good morning, doctor. What're you doing?" I said in a soft voice ridden with grogginess. I'll definitely need to nap later. He gasped and looked up at me, "Sorry, dear. I didn't expect you to be up this early, you're usually knocked out cold by now. Take a seat, I'm just doing my usual work, nothing new."

I smiled and sat down in front of him, putting both my arms on the table and resting my head in my hands. "I'd still like to hear about it. That is if you don't mind me asking, doctor." Aiken scratched the back of his neck and awkwardly adjusted his hood. "Of course not, you're my friend and I'm fine with telling you about it."

There's that word again, friend. I know that it's crazy for me to even assume that we had anything more but I'd still like to hope that we did. This time, I didn't really listen to what he was saying. I spaced out and focused on how much it hurt to love this man. I just wish we had something more, that my cravings weren't one-sided. Is it so wrong for me to want a relationship with the doctor?

"Is something wrong, dear? You look upset." His raspy voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked over and him and debated in my mind rather I should tell him what's really wrong. I ultimately decided to quell another curiosity though. "Can I see your face?" Aiken appeared to be taken aback by that question. He looked away for a minute or so to think, and I sat there pondering whether or not I said something wrong.

The doctor then turned back to me and took off his cloak, exposing his messy long hair. The carbon black locks of wavy hair falling just above his shoulders. He then reached behind his head and undid the buckles of his mask. I subconsciously held my breath as he pulled the mask away from his face.

His dark brown eyes stared right back into mine and I felt my heart skip a beat. I had seen them through the lenses of his mask before but seeing them in full clarity felt unreal. The bags under his eyes were noticable but did not hinder his attractiveness. There was light stubble across the lower half of his face, emphasizing his strong bone structure. However, Aiken's lips definitely needed some lip balm.

I didn't notice just how long I sat there staring at him in awe, which must've made him feel embarrassed as he averted his eyes. "Wow... You're really handsome for an old man." I smirked devilishly as he feigned an offended expression. "Excuse me, I am not an old man. I am only thirty!" Even through the doctor's playfulness I could see a faint blush make its way onto his face.

"Okay, you're right. You're not old, but I'm not taking back the handsome part." A sly smirk across my lips as I saw him stutter out a response. "T-Thank you, dear. I've never been told that before, to say the least. However, that may just be because of my habit of wearing this mask."

"Really? I'm shocked, you've been wearing a mask for that long?" Aiken silently nodded and resumed writing in his journal. I'm actually very pleased with the fact his mask is no longer on since I can now watch his face as he works. It definitely sounds creepy, but there's something fascinating about the way he bites his lip and furrows his eyebrows when he's concentrating.

"I suppose you've been feeling better lately? This is the first time I've ever seen you all dolled up. I must say, you look very pretty today." My face got warm as I felt my heart sink a bit. I have been feeling better recently, that can only mean one thing. "Yes, I guess I have. Thank you, doctor."

He let out an audible sigh, "It's bittersweet, really. I'm glad you're feeling better but I'm disappointed at the same time. I haven't had a friend in many years." Oh god, can he please stop using that word? This is so frustrating, I swear. "I feel quite the same way, Aiken. I'm not very excited about leaving, per se, but I do understand that you'll have other patients to tend to."

Aiken stared up at me suddenly, which may be because this was the first time I have ever called him by his first name. "I don't get many clients, actually, I expected you to guess that much. However, I wouldn't mind keeping you around as an assistant." I raised a brow, "What could I possibly offer as an assistant?"

"What do you mean? You could offer a lot, dear. You know how to grow and tend to herbs, correct? That's extremely helpful for what I do. Also, I've found that you've aided in my loneliness. Although that is a strictly personal benefit." Aiken explained somewhat dumbfounded.

I've helped with his loneliness? So the feeling is somewhat neutral? Huh. Never thought of it like that honestly. "I wouldn't exactly mind being your assistant either, doctor. But I live quite far away from here, remember? I don't suppose it would be very convenient in the long run."

"Nonsense, you could stay with me. Like I said, I don't get many patients. They usually go to my competitor, I'm essentially a pharmacy to this area. You could just move your belongings here." The doctor explained, getting up to rummage through his shelves.

"Oh. Well then I guess it's a plan then, sir. That sounds swell to me. However, I'm getting a bit tired and I suppose I should go lay down for a nap. I don't usually wake up this early. I'll speak to you later, doctor." I got up and began to walk to my room.

Aiken turned his head to face me and smiled, "Rest well, dear." I smiled back and nodded. Once he went back to what he was doing I entered my room and shut the door softly. I placed my hand on my chest in order to calm the fluttering in my chest. He has a nice smile, doesn't he?

I jumped into bed and hugged my pillow, feeling my ribs fill up to the brim with butterflies. A warm smile made it's way onto my face as I slowly drifted to sleep.

Why does he make me feel this way?