Might go to Heaven || Plague Doctor × Reader

×Comfort×

*GORE WARNING* Please skip the italics to avoid reading it.

I awoke to the feeling of something coming out of my mouth against my will and a splashing of a warm liquid onto my chest. I began to choke on it as it started to thicken and lodge itself in my throat. I opened my eyes and sat up immediately, watching the crimson liquid splatter and pour onto the white sheets. The forcefulness of it all made me gag and sob. I tried to call out for the doctor but nothing came out.

I started to shake as the hopelessness set in. This is it, I'm finally dying. I was attempting to scream out his name, clenching at my throat desperately, anything to make it stop. Once I realized that it didn't help I took my hands away from my neck and studied them. They were coated with blood yet the exposed flesh was turning a purplish black.

So this is really it? No, no this can't be. I forced myself out of bed and tried to make my way to the door. I need to do something, I need him. Right as I got to the door, my legs gave out. Shocks of pain ran all throughout my body when I hit the floor. I pathetically laid down on the floor and just gave in, sobbing and gagging on the thick blood still pouring out of my mouth.

My vision started to fade to black and I accepted it. This is fine, I'm fine. Aiken will find me in the morning, I hope he wasn't too attached. My vision fully faded to pitch black and my body went limp.

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I jolted awake and clenched at the fabric over my chest. My heart was racing and my body was covered in a thin layer of sweat. My breathing was ragged and shook my entire body. It was just a nightmare, I'm fine. I tried to calm myself in order to go back to bed but I just couldn't seem to do it.

I needed the doctor, he always comforts me just by being there. I got up and made my way out of my room. It was dark and cold in the main area, the only source of light coming from the window that's right behind Aiken's desk. There was only two other doors aside from mine, so I assumed that the one that isn't the bathroom is his bedroom.

I tiptoed to across the cold wood floor, making it creak an expected amount. When I finally approached his door I raised my hand to knock on it, but ultimately decided to just open the door. To my surprise it wasn't locked and I entered quietly. His bed was quite large compared to mine, maybe a king size?

Anywho, I tiptoed over to his sleeping figure. I lost myself for a bit, just watching his peaceful face. He usually looks so serious and concerned, but when he's sleeping his features are softened. I grabbed one of the doctor's shoulders and gently shook him awake.

The rugged man's eyes fluttered open and stared up at me for a bit. He sat up, "What're doing in here? Why are you up at this hour? Did something happen?" Before I could even answer his barrage of questions I began to sob. I was mortified, to say the least. The doctor grabbed me by my waist and pulled me down to sit on his lap.

I was crying too much to notice this though. Aiken wrapped his arms around me and ran his fingers through my hair. "Dear, what's wrong?" I pulled away from his chest to look at him, his dark features illuminated in the moonlight coming from his window.

"I-I had a nightmare where I died. It- it felt so real. It hurt so bad. I t-tried to call out for you but nothing came out, I-I couldn't even scream." My words kept getting cut off by sobs as his eyebrows furrowed. "Oh, sweetheart. That sounds horrible. You're okay, it was just a dream."

I buried my face into the crook of his neck as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear. The crying eventually stopped and I began to feel safe again. "Can I stay here with you tonight?" I spoke into his neck. He held me tighter, "Of course, dear." He let me go and I got off of his lap with ease.

I laid down next to him and got under the covers. Aiken laid back down again and turned to face me. He started to stroke my cheek gently with his thumb, brushing away the stray tears from under my eyes. The feeling of his rough skin against my soft cheek comforted me greatly. I smiled and intertwined my leg with his, which he reciprocated.

I placed a singular hand gingerly on his chest, enjoying the steady rise and fall of his breathing. Finally, I felt blissful sleep wash over me. I should sleep in here more often.