(A/Ns: So... i started writing this a few months ago and got this far with the intention of it being a oneshot, but... i abandoned it... so now, i'm just going to upload it in separate parts on here. The next part will be ch 8 and so on, and im not sure when it'll finish.
Thank you to those who reviewed; i'll try to throw some jack x Oswald in here at some point :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Pandora Hearts)
Sick Day, Part I
"Master Glen?"
No answer.
"Master?"
Still no answer.
Oswald sighed, repeatedly knocking on his master's bedroom door as he tried a new approach, "Levi?"
Technically, Oswald wasn't supposed to address Glen by his real name, but it was his last resort at this point. Usually, Levi was awake and irritating him with unnecessary and unreasonable requests by 9 in the morning, absolute latest. However, today, it was 11am already, and Levi still hadn't awakened.
Furthermore, Levi had a ceremony which he was required to attend at 1pm, and as Glen, he really should go, even if he did have ultimate control over the Baskervilles. Also, knowing Levi, he would want to spend about half an hour to an hour on his hair (well, by that he meant forcing Oswald to do his hair for half an hour).
"Levi?" He called once more, and, still receiving no answer, clicked the door open and stepped inside. It was completely dark, the curtains still drawn allowing no light into the room.
Oswald slowly wandered over to Levi's bed, noticing the mountain of pillows and sheets, piled up in the centre of the mattress. As he got closer, he began to notice the lilac hair spayed across the pillow, with his master's forehead barely peeking out the top of the sheets.
"Master Glen," Oswald repeated calmly, carefully removing one of the sheets from the mound. Instantly, Levi screwed his eyes shut, pulling yet another sheet over them and turning his back to his valet.
Already annoyed, Oswald walked over to the curtains and pulled them open, allowing the light to pour into the room.
"Mhmm... no," he heard Levi grunt, shielding himself from the light.
"Master, you need to wake up now," Oswald sighed, frowning and walking back over to the bed, "Stop being lazy."
"No," Levi repeated stubbornly, "I don't feel... good..."
Oswald face palmed mentally, "And what exactly is wrong with you, Master Glen?"
"Stop calling me Glen," Levi demanded, "I'm too sick, and it's pissing me off."
"Alright," Oswald replied, his irritation piquing as his master continued to act obnoxious like always, "Levi, what is wrong with you?"
"My head hurts..." he whined, his voice being muffled by the pillow which his face was planted on, "And I'm cold... and my stomach feels... urp... and my throat...I dunno, I just feel shit."
"Well, would you like me to call for a doctor?" suggested Oswald, turning on his heel and beginning to make his way over to the bells mounted on the wall by the door.
Of course, Levi would complain about that. "No," he said sulkily, grabbing Oswald's wrist before he could leave and pulling him down to sit on the edge of the bed, "I don't like doctors."
"Levi..." he sighed, realising it was almost impossible to talk sense into his master, "They're trained and employed by you."
"I know but," Levi paused to sniff, "... I don't wanna..."
"Why not?"
"Cause Glen isn't supposed to get sick..."
"Fine, what do you suggest?"
"You stay here," he instructed of his valet.
"Why?" Oswald screwed his face up. Whilst he had never experienced a sick Levi before, he could imagine quite vividly what it would be like.
"Because..." Levi's voice drifted off, "I said so..."
"Alright," Oswald gave in, standing up and walking back over to the door, "I'm getting you food."
Levi grimaced and complained, "I don't want food."
"Levi, you're eating," instructed Oswald.
"No. I'm your master. It's your job to do as I say."
"Yes, and it's also a valet's job to ensure his master is well."
"Tch, fine," Levi accepted reluctantly, too tired and fed up to argue anymore, "Just get on with it."
