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Chapter Three

Sir Integra sighed as she leaned back in her soft bed. She was then promptly thrown forward in another coughing fit. She was far from being over her sickness, and she was beginning to wonder if the torture would ever be over.

Integra had been sick for over a week now, and her illness showed no sign of stopping. She was starting to think that this was getting just a little old by now.

She twisted her heavy feeling head over towards her alarm clock and sighed. It was about 6:50 pm, almost time for Walter to come up with her medication. Around eight am, and seven pm, he visited her with hot tea, hot food, and her medication.

Her nose was completely red as were her eyes. Beneath her eyes were large purple colored bags. She could hardly breathe from her nose, and to even try would force her to use six tissues and perhaps a bit of mucus running down her throat. Her hair was disheveled, and she felt dirty. Her limbs seemed to weigh more than she ever imagined possible, and she felt weak most of the time. Luckily for her, there had been lots of missions lately, meaning that Alucard was out of the manor most of the time. She did know that this also meant that she was going to have a HUGE amount of paperwork, but Walter helped her quite a bit with those things.

Even Alucard was under strict orders not to disturb her, especially when she was sleeping. Unfortunately, sleep wasn't coming easily these days, and every so often, she'd find herself dozing at random intervals. She really was beginning to hate this.

She layed her head back on the soft pillows (Walter had gone far enough to give her several extra pillows, what would she do without him?) She sneezed. That in itself was enough pain to send her reeling and she moaned a little. Where was Walter, damn it? She was getting tired and she wanted some sort of medication to take off some of the bite this sickness was having on her.

Right as she thought that, the door to her room opened with a soft creak, closing the door with another soft creak. Integra was far too tired and sore to open her eyes. She simply assumed that it was Walter.

" Walter…" She moaned softly. " Please hurry… I'm not feeling too well right now…" She, Sir Integra, head of the Hellsing Organization, was ready to cry.

She heard no noise from Walter, and she found that strange. Why isn't he saying anything? Is he angry with me for some reason? Ohhh… that doesn't make sense… Even her own thoughts hurt her, and she was slightly glad that he wasn't speaking to her.

She heard the sound of the tea tray being set down on her counter, and the tea being poured into one of her many, many china glasses. She moaned and turned her head towards Walter. She began to notice something. He (Assuming it was a he, for it was Seras, the bumbling girl would have announced it already. My did that girl love to talk…) was resonating with a different aura than Walter seemed to have.

"W..Walter?" Her voice wasn't hers, and she cringed slightly at hearing it. She heard the sound of cloth being put into water, then being rung out. She felt a familiar gloved hand on her forehead, gently pushing her sweaty brows out of the way. Funny, she felt cold, and yet there was sweat on her brow.

She coughed again, as the voice tsked and placed one of the most cooling clothes she had ever felt over her forehead.

"I told you, master, that you needed your rest. This is what you deserve…" She sighed.

" I don't need this from you right now Alucard, and for your infor-…" She was stopped with two gloved fingers on her mouth. She opened her eyes tenaciously, not wanting her eyes to be pained from the harsh fluorescent lights.

Alucard must have read her mind. None of the lights were on, only the moonlight from the full moon came through her open curtains.

" Master, you need to rest, save your breath… I have your medicine for now, I told Walter that I would take it for you…"

She coughed as he raised her head up. Her head was swimming. Why on Earth was Alucard trying to take care of her? What did it matter if she simply died? From the way she felt, dying would have been bliss.

She heard him chuckle.

" Now, now, you'll be better soon… Come on. You have to take this.." He had finally managed to raise her up on the pillow. How did he do that? I didn't even feel him move me… She was too tired to even think anything more. Her body yearned for rest, yet she felt so horrible that she just didn't think that she could sleep.

Alucard gently placed the tablet into the slightly opened mouth, and tried to pour some tea down her throat for her. The first try ended up with a very wet Alucard and a sputtering Integra. He chuckled lightly as he shook out his hands and tried once again to place the pills (one by one) in her mouth.

This time, she took them, but it took much tea and some reassurance along with soft murmuring from Alucard.

She lay back on the pillows exhausted simply from taking her pills. She was so very tired, and yet sleep would still not take her. There were no sounds, but she knew that Alucard remained there.

" Alucard…"

"Yes Master?"

" I can't sleep Alucard… I don't feel well…" She heard rustling and her bed mattress sinking from the weight of Alucard. She felt and dimly saw him sitting next to her. She would have moved, but she didn't exactly feel up to it.

He gently picked up her limp, clammy hands in his soft gloved hands. He changed the towel over her forehead, probably using telekinesis, or some other load of junk that she had never seen him do around her. He continued murmuring things softly. She was actually beginning feel drowsy.

He could understand how she must have been feeling. Although he hadn't been sick, or even near this sick in a very long time, he knew that she must be absolutely miserable if she was asking for him to comfort her. He grinned with this knowledge.

After a while, it seemed that both of them knew that she wasn't going to be able to sleep anytime soon, he leaned forward so that he could feel the very heat her sickened body seemed to radiate.

She coughed again, but tried to shield it by breaking from him and covering her mouth with her hand. It was still dark in the room, but she could still see his dark outline right in front of her. She looked at him with weary eyes, unsure of what he was going to do.

He slipped his arms around her back, and pulled her towards him gently. She coughed into his shoulder… but the entire feeling of having his shoulder to lean on made her feel… safe? Was that the word that she felt drawing across her lips?

She felt as though she could stay there forever, but still…

He then pulled her slightly away so that he could look her deep into her eyes, almost mesmerizing her. She felt a shroud move over her mind, dimming the beating of her headache. He then pulled her closer, and closer… until finally, his lips locked with hers and everything seemed to pause as they shared in a kiss.

W...what does Alucard think he's doing! Why is he kissing me? And yet… why does this seem just so… right? And, why do I feel so-sleepy… Even her thoughts were slowed as his lips helped to ease her into a sleep.

She grew limp in his arms as she finally was lulled into the most peaceful sleep she had managed to enjoy since all of this work had been building up on her. He lay her on the bed, and pulled the blankets up to her neck taking off the rag. Her neck… as she lay there, in the darkness, the moonlight caressing her body, he found it very difficult not to change her… to make her belong to him.

He shook his head and smiled softly as he phased out of the room. The time wasn't quite there……… yet….

Gah! Tis horrible! It feels horribly rushed, and probably very short… I'm not sure. I may come back and make it worth reading if everyone says that it sucks. My comp and eyes have been on the fritz so I haven't had much time to update. I hope to update my other stories soon, thanks for all of the reviews I have received and continue to receive! Thank you::bows: