He sighed softly in relief, glad that Nathaniel was fighting him on eating. He carefully scooped him up and carried him to the kitchen. V had to to set him down for a moment to handle the hot pot of tea as we’ll a show pour some soup for The both of them.
Nathaniel eyed his soup suspiciously for a bit before hesitantly sticking a spoonful of it into his mouth. His hands were shaking a bit and he seemed weaker than usual, and he seemed very tired.
V eventually picked him up again and went to The couch to eat more comfortably. He gently nudged Nathaniel’s head, seeing that he was shaking. He gently rested his hand on top of his and kissed his head.
Nathaniel looked up at V weakly, shaking a bit harder as time went on. He was breathing heavier than usual, and his wings were very noticeably trembling. "Mmmm…"
V frowned softly and gently took the bowl from Nathaniel, setting it down on the coffee table. He pulled Nath close and offered him the tea. “Relax my love. Try this.” He said, gently smoothing down his wings.
Nathaniel accepted the cup with trembling hands, struggling not to spill the tea as he carefully lifted it to his lips. He felt stupid and weak, and he hated that he couldn't control the shaking. "H… H-Help…" He whispered tentatively after he'd worked up the courage.
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V nodded and gently steadied Nathaniel’s hands, holding them in his own as he slowly brought the cup up to his lips. He tried again with the bowl of soup, this time just feeding Nath the broth
Nathaniel reluctantly allowed V to continue assisting him, although he was trying to avoid acknowledging the fact that he was growing weaker. He could hardly hold his own head up, and it seemed like he couldn't even really feed himself anymore. "Mmmmmm…"
V paused when Nathaniel hummed, shifting him a bit so he was more comfortable. “I think it’s time we call. I don’t think over the counter medicine will work.” He said softly
"N-No…" Nathaniel whispered weakly, pretty much limp in V's arms. "I don't… I-I don't wanna call… please…"
“I’ll call and talk but she’s combing over tomorrow, Nath. She’s not going to hurt you. You can be mad at me as long as you after you’re better.” He said, pressing a kiss to his head
Nathaniel whimpered and closed his eyes, starting to tremble harder from the fever and fear. "P-Please…"
“My love, I promise you she’s only going to try and make you feel better. Please Nath, she’s the only one right now who I think can do that.” He tried to reason
"Mmmmm…" Nathaniel lapsed into a coughing fit, his wings puffing up in distress. "N-Noooooo…"
He shook his head “Nath, I’m calling her later. Nothing me or Urielle or Jarvis is doing anything to help you get better.” He pressed a kiss to his head and stood to find the phone
Nathaniel curled up into a tight ball on the couch, wrapping his wings around himself and shaking violently. He was pale and clammy, and his breathing was harsh and shallow. He really didn't want to see the doctor, but he couldn't do anything to stop V.
V eventually found the phone and went into the bedroom to talk. He dialed the number Jarvis had given him earlier and waited, sitting on their bed.
“Hello?”
V jumped slightly and stuttered a greeting
“H-hello? Doctor mcailus?”
“Not a doctor hun. My name is Ariah. I’m assuming Jarvis gave me your number?”
“Yes, He did, my name is Valderian.”
“Ah I've heard quite a bit of you from Jarvis and Urielle. Ive also heard that your fiancé is sick, correct?”
“Yes,” v took a deep breath. “He is. He doesn’t like doctors though but I didn’t know what else to do.”
“Lucky for you I’m not a doctor. When would be a good time to come by?”
“Most likely tomorrow?”
He heard some scribbling then she returned “Alright, I’ll see you both tomorrow then!”
“Uh you do t need an address?”
“Nope! I’ll come over with Jarvis and Urielle.”
Nathaniel was still shaking on the couch when V returned, sobbing weakly. He was obviously terrified, and his wings were puffed up from distress. He was pissed off at V, of course, but he wasn't in any condition to actually show it.
V slowly came back to the living room after talking with Ariah and gently pulled Nathaniel into his lap, holding him loosely in case he wanted to leave. “I would never put you in a situation that would hurt you Nath. I would much rather be hurt first then ever put you anywhere near any sort of danger.”
Nathaniel drew in a few quick, sharp breaths, struggling to calm himself down. He gripped his shirt tightly with one hand as he gasped for air, more tears rolling down his cheeks. "P-Please… don't… d-don't do this— t-to me…"
V cupped his cheek gently and brushed away Nathaniel’s tears. “Nath, nothing we’re doing is helping you. This is the only thing that I can think of that would help.” He brushes a hand through Nathaniel's hair. “Please Nath, give her a chance.”
"I'm s— s-scared…" He choked on his words and coughed weakly, still sobbing. "P-Please, V… what if… w-what if she tries to hurt me…?" He asked in a panicked whisper.
“She won’t. We’ll make sure of it.” He promised, gently wrapping Nath in his wing and holding him close. “No ones going to hurt you Nath.” He nuzzled his head and kissed his brow. “They’re not all like the doctors you’ve been with, some genuinely do want to help. But they can’t do that if you won’t let them.”
Nathaniel whimpered shakily and closed his eyes, hyperventilating and coughing. He was shaking more violently now, and he still felt awful. Everything hurt and his body was far too warm, and he could hardly lift his head. "P-Please…"