Chapter 2 The Nightmare Begins
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Undertaker pulled Grell close to his chest, worry rushing through his body. He hurried from the front room and into the back, walking over to his bed. The covers were gray and dull, but the bed was neatly made. He glanced at the pillow, assuming that all the spiders were gone… hopefully.
Ignoring the once amusing thoughts, Undertaker set Grell down on the bed, trying to make the red head as comfortable as possible. Undertaker picked up the pillow and shook it, watching to see if any arachnids fell out of it. Satisfied that the pillow was spider free he placed it back on the bed and gently laid Grell's head down on it.
Grell moaned tossing his head as sweat beaded on his forehead. The burning was still present, slowly turning into pain. He began to pant, his body starting to overheat. His eyes remained shut the entire time, a look of distress on his face.
Undertaker frowned and brushed Grell's crimson locks back, slowly wiping sweat off of his forehead. He kneeled down, feeling of Grell's forehead. His frown deepened as he noticed that the fever had increased. The red head began to thrash, moans of pain escaping.
Undertaker jerked his hand back, startled by the sudden and violent action. His expression turns from shock into determination. He grabs Grell's wrists and pins them down on the bed, trying to keep the younger Reaper from injuring himself. The red head only growls in response, jerking his wrists from Undertaker's grip.
The silver haired Reaper frowns as he watched Grell's entire begin to thrash, deciding on what to do. He crawled onto the bed, straddling Grell's waist. He gripped the red Reaper's wrists once more, forcing them back down on the bed and using the rest of the weight of his body to pin the rest of Grell down.
The red head stopped thrashing, a whimper escaping him instead. His pain increased as Undertaker forced him down into the bed, the burning turning into agony.
Undertaker noticed the whimpers, deciding if he should get off of Grell or not. Tears slipped from the corners of Grell's eyes, making Undertaker get off of him as he saw the pitiful display. The silver haired Reaper stroked Grell's forehead comfortingly as the pain ebbed off. But, much to Undertaker's displeasure, his forehead was burning up.
Undertaker began to pull his hand away and was going to get a damp cloth when Grell's hand shot out and grasped his wrist. Grell's eyes were wide open, the green orbs glassy.
"Please… don't leave me…"
Undertaker placed his hand over Grell's, gently trying to pry Grell's hand off. Grell only tightens his grip on the elder Reaper, a look of panic and desperation coming into his glassy eyes. He begins trying to pull Undertaker to him, moaning and pleading weakly for him to not leave.
Undertaker stopped trying to get away, kneeling down beside the bed instead. He gently rubbed his thumb over Grell's knuckles, rubbing soothing circles on the red head's chest as well. The younger Reaper relaxed under the elder's touch, relaxing back into the mattress.
"I won't leave, I promise… I need to get something to cool you down…"
Grell's nodded weakly, panting slightly. Undertaker smiled softly and got to his feet walking back into the front room. He eyes trailed to the shatter beaker, scanning over the puddle of tea. He growled, moving over to a nearby table.
He picked up a chipped, cream colored bowl and filled it with cold water. He picked up a cloth and walked back to the back room, finding that Grell was still conscious. He was panting and sweat was running down his forehead.
Undertaker kneeled down beside him, setting the bowl down on the ground. He dipped the cloth into the water and wringed out some of the moisture, leaving it cool and damp.
Grell watched him out of the corners of his eyes, a pain filled look in them. He moaned as a flash of pain tore through his stomach and chest. He squeezed his eyes shut as the pain returned every few moments, his muscles beginning to spasm.
Undertaker watched for a few moments, a frown crossing his features. He slowly placed one of his hands on Grell's chest and the other on the red head's stomach, gently rubbing circles. He hummed softly as he did so, trying to calm the younger Reaper.
Grell began to relax, his eyes fluttering shut. "Thank you… That… That helps…"
The red head eventually fell asleep, allowing Undertaker to pull away. The silver haired Reaper remained kneeling, afraid to leave Grell's side. He was afraid that if he left, the red head would slip through his fingers. He was afraid of preparing Grell for a funeral.
Undertaker reached out and brushed away a few strands of Grell's hair, relieved to feel that the fever had gone down some. It wasn't completely gone, but it was better.
He sighed and rested his chin on the side of the bed, not feeling like smiling or laughing. His still hidden eyes scanned over Grell, worry racing through his heart. He came to a decision, a promise that he wouldn't break.
"I promise to not let you die, Grell…"
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