Professor Sebastian Jones - Is It Love? Fan-fiction by SW

Chapter 87 - The Queen of the Wolves' Fairies

I feel something cold touching my forehead. I mumble something inaudible and unintelligible, protesting.

I hear Sebastian whispering, alleviated in seeing me conscious.

Sebastian: Finally, you're awake! Thanks, God!

I open my eyes slowly, feeling a little bit lost. My mind is wholly foggy. I glance around to know where I am. I'm at Sebastian's studio, on his bed, and he is sat on the edge of it beside me. I sigh happily, knowing he didn't take me to a hospital, as I hate it, and I had already been there last week. My gaze meets his, and I can see how worried my wolf is and how much he cares about me.

My voice is a murmur, as I'm still feeling tired and weakened.

Khawla: What happened?

Sebastian: I was about to ask the same.

Sebastian removes the piece of cloth from my forehead, drowns it in the cold water, and squeezes it well before laying it again on my hot skin, in the same way it was made for centuries, to make fever gives way. He helps me sit and takes one tablet from the first aid box he has placed on my bedside table.

Sebastian: You have a little fever.

He hands over me the tablet of antipyretic and the glass of water. I swallow the medicine with some gulps in the water.

Khawla: I have a headache.

Well, not only a headache but my head is also spinning slightly.

Sebastian revolves the first aid box and gets one tablet of painkiller.

Sebastian: Just one, little fairy.

He warns me, as he remembers I had taken many painkillers in a row, in the day before, for my migraine. I swallow it and drink the rest of the water from the glass. Sebastian gets it from my hands and puts it on the bedside table. His fierce amber eyes are scrutinizing me in the same way a predator scrutinizes his prey. He insists on knowing what's up, with increasing worry.

Sebastian: What happened, Khawla?

My voice is an inaudible murmur, but he can hear me very well thanks to his wolf-hearing sense. I'm still feeling lost and confused.

Khawla: I don't know.

Sebastian: In one moment, you were mounted on my lap. In the other, you assumed your druidess form. In the next second, you collapsed. Everything was so fast like that.

I repeat, more to myself than to him.

Khawla: I don't know...

I really don't know what is happening to me and to my abilities. I've been unstable lately, and I have never heard of a druid with instability in its powers before. I'm getting scared of everything that is going on with me, but I hide it from Sebastian. I don't want to worry him even more with my problems. He is already too busy and obsessed to solve the riddles, puzzles, and mysteries surrounding me since the day we have met Igor Bolshoyev at the Conference.

I lay back on the bed, and Sebastian helps to make me comfortable. Then, he removes the piece of cloth from my forehead and lays a soft and tender kiss before putting it back, after soaking the fabric again in the cold water and squeezing it well.

Sebastian: Rest while I cook our lunch.

I nod. Although I have just awakened, I'm feeling drained, and I do need a good rest to recover my energy and control over my abilities.