Shattered Illusions- Chapter 8
(A/N-Yeah, so here's another chapter. I've been rather busy and have been having troubles making time to type my stories, yet alone write. I've been scoring time durning rather boring classes, so at least I have some chapters. Well, I hope you guys like this chapter, although it's SUPER-tiny and pretty much a filler. If you guys have any ideas for upcoming chapters, please feel free to suggest them! I'll be sure to give any cerdit where it's due, no problem. Erik-shaped cookies for all! OH! And thanks to my beta of amazingness, CricketSpinner, and to my friend of amazingness, Atomic Penguin! Love you guys! huggles)
I awoke in a dark room with bits of light shining around the edges of a covered window. There was a blazing fire inn a fireplace to the side of the room. The firelight cast a faint glow onto Erik's sleeping form in a rocking chair. I stretched and yawned, basking in the warmth and splendor of the silken sheets. While comfortable, I felt miserable. I was shaking; my limbs were aching and leaden. My lungs rattled with every breath, and my head was pounding. I felt a slight tingle in my sinuses that quickly grew as I sneezed. My whole body shook with the sheer force of it. Erik was at my side in an instant, handing me a handkerchief. I groaned and accepted the handkerchief, blowing my nose.
"I am glad you are finally awake. You've been asleep for 52 hours," he explained while placing a cool hand to my fevered brow.
"What's wrong with me?" I asked, coughs racking my whole body.
"You have consumption and pneumonia. Here; take this," he said while handing me a vial of a brownish-green liquid.
"What is it?" I asked, taking a whiff of it and wrinkling my nose.
"It's a serum to help your sinuses clear up, and it'll help you breathe slightly better. Drink it. It'll make you feel better," he said. My stomach turned as the foul odor entered my nostrils once again. I handed the vial back to Erik and shook my head. Placing a hand on my stomach, I moaned.
"I don't think I can. I'm feeling rather nauseahh-ahh-AHH-" I said, about to sneeze. As I opened my mouth to let out another sneeze, Erik poured the medicine down my throat and massaged my neck, causing me to swallow.
"Bleeeeech! What IS that stuff!" I asked, while Erik tried to suppress a smile at the funny faces I was making. I felt the inner walls of my esophagus burn as the vile liquid made its way into my stomach.
"It is most likely something that you won't know or won't want to know," he simply replied, turning his back to me and mashing something with a mortar and pestle on a table I just noticed.
"Remember that one time I told you not to underestimate me? Yeah. Take heed of that warning before I-AHH-CHOO!" Erik whipped around with the speed and agility of a demon, and placed a hankie below my nose before I had even finished my sneeze. He shocked me even farther by blowing my nose for me.
"Feel better now?" he asked, looking into my eyes with concern. I felt my heart melt.
"Yes. Buch better now. Thaigs," I muttered. "Nice reflexes, by the way." Erik said nothing in reply, taking the mashed stuff from the mortar and pestle and scooping it into another vial. He grabbed what I recognized as menthol and ground it up and added it to the mix. He added some other goop to it, and mixed it all together. He turned back toward me.
"It smells like mustard. Ugh," I said, concealing a gag and m bitter hatred for the bitter herb.
"That is because it is a mustard poultice to rub onto your chest. It will help you breathe better and help clear your lungs." I had expected him to leave, or at least run around as a gentleman, but instead, he rolled down the covers to reveal a very naked me. I gasped and did my best to cover myself with my hands.
"You must remove your hands so I can apply the poultice," Erik grumbled, attempting to get me to comply.
"Excuse me, but I don't think that'd be appropriate. Anyways, I can apply it myself. I'm not a child," I huffed
"It would burn your hands, making them rather painful and chapped. I think it'd be best if you'd just let me get this over with," he said, grabbing both of my wrists, and holding them above my head. I blushed deeply as he took some into his hand, and smoothed it onto my chest. It burned, and I winced. I kept silent, though, as my thoughts crept to the gutters of my mind. I felt his hands more in a circular pattern, and I felt my nipples automatically harden. He applied more pressure and moved his hands faster and faster. I moaned softly and arched my back into his hands. My eyes were closed at this point, and I concentrated on feeling only. His hands suddenly stopped. My eyes whipped open, to see him with his face constricting together, seemingly fighting some inner turmoil.
"Wait! Erik, come back, I-" but he was already gone.
(A/N-DUN DUN DUUUUN "GREAT ODIN'S RAVEN!" ... Yeah. I'm watching Anchorman. Gosh, I love this movie. Yeah. Any ideas? Cookies AND Erik-cake for those who give ideas! And thank you's in my upcoming chapter! )