Stubborn Sickness.

Stubborn Sickness.

(This is the chapter 2 of this post)

“I don't wanna, m’ fine!” You tell Faust, sniffling up snot clogging your nose. Faust with his incredible doctor abilities, knows that winter sickness has gotten you thoroughly. He offers you some tea, but you refuse it with your raspy voice.

“Please, Y/N. You're awfully sick, and you need plenty of warm liquids, medicine, and rest!” Faust says stubbornly, not giving up on making you better. He's a doctor and keen on helping people, so of course he's not giving up on someone as close to him as you.

“I don't need rest, I'll get better on my own.” You tell him, crossing your arms over the blanket. Faust frowns, somehow conveyed by the eyehole on his paper bag.

“Since you're so stubborn, I'll have to make sure you get your medicine. You have a high fever, and I'm not letting you stay this way.” Faust says with conviction, almost making you nervous. He reluctantly leaves, looking back at you before closing the bedroom door.

Time for a plan!

As you feel the tired sickness lull you to sleep, something feels somewhat off. As you sleep, a group of Mini-Fausts sneaks under the bedroom door. Somehow, they manage to open the door by making a tower, making sure to be quiet besides a few squeaks. They sneak in a bowl of soup and tea, carrying it up to the table next to the side of the bed where you're sleeping.

“Wuh… Faust?” You say as you wake up slowly, your vision blurred slightly. You see a line of Mini-Fausts carrying a spoon to your mouth. Without thought, you open your mouth, but quickly shut it as the spoon touches your lips.

“Wha… wha is that?” You ask, seeing the Mini-Fausts shake the spoon slightly. You smell chicken noodle soup and sigh softly.

“So, this is his plan?” You look at the train of Mini-Fausts on your chest, impatiently bumping the spoon against your lips repeatedly.

“Alright, I'll bite.” You shrug, opening your mouth. The small Faustlets lower the spoon in your mouth, letting you eat the soup.

“Mmmm…” You say in bliss, the warm soup hitting your sore throat. You can obviously taste the medicine aftertaste, but somehow Faust made it work well with the soup's taste.

You try to grab the spoon from the smaller Fausts, but they hold on with great strength, not letting you feed yourself. They continue to feed you, seeming happy every time you eat a spoonful.

After you finish the soup, the group takes the bowl from the table next to you, marching off. Just as you think it's over and you're ready for Faust to come in and scold you for refusing help, the marching Fausts come back.

“Is there more?” You ask, your voice much less raspy. They climb up the table scarily fast, starting to bring you spoonfuls of the tea.

“O-oh… I see.” You say, mentally smacking yourself in the head for not noticing the cup before.

As the Mini-Fausts slowly but steadily feed you the tea, you can feel the snot in your nose clear up a little. The tea is fairly sweet and lemony, making your throat also feel better. After the tea is finished, a Small Faust climbs the side of the pillow you rest your head on, patting your forehead and squeaking in a somewhat happy manner.

The warm feeling in your gut lulls you into a better sleep, letting you rest. Instead of sleeping with a stinging feeling in your eyes and nose, it all seems suppressed.

“I told you it would make you feel better. Y/N.” Faust says quietly, resting a hand on your shoulder as you sleep. Now that you're sleeping more peacefully, Faust can rest himself.

No, it doesn't matter that it's 2 am!

Soon enough, you get better, and you decide that you should let Faust do his magic when he knows you're sick.

Yeah, that's for the best.