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It was another beautiful morning in the city, the sky was clear, and the birds were singing, a truly perfect time to go out.
Sadly, in Michael’s apartment, it wasn’t such a beautiful day.
Armaros had woken up feeling very sick, his body too weak to let him get out of bed properly, leaving him to fall out of bed, waking Michael with the noise.
This one helped him get back in bed, touching his forehead before retrieving his hand quickly, as the angel was burning up.
“You have a bad fever… You should rest. I’ll go get medicine for you.” With that, Michael left to go get the medicine in the cabinet of the bathroom.
Armaros, in the meantime, watched him leave while trying to reach out to him.
He was growing confused as to what was happening to him, he felt hot and cold at the same time, felt too weak to move or think, and felt like his the room was spinning even if he was laying down.
He left you. You’re all alone now. He won’t come back. A voice in his head made itself known.
“No…” He mumbled, feeling too weak to argue. “M- Michael…” He called out too quietly.
He won’t come back. He abandoned you. He left you to die alone. The voice kept talking.
“Mi… chael…” He struggled to speak, his head spinning so fast it was making him nauseous.
You really think he would come back for someone like you? You’re nothing more than a killer. HIS killer. He’s probably been waiting for this moment for a long time. He wants you dead. That’s why he left.
“N- No… -’s not li- like that…” Armaros tried to defend Michael, but he was too weak, too confused. “M- Mi… ch- chael…” He kept calling out.
Why would he help someone like you? You’re a killer. A criminal. You’re one of those criminals he hunts for a living.
“N- No… Not… true…” He struggled to speak against the voice.
You know it’s true. You know he wants you dead. Anyone sane wouldn’t help his own killer. He’ll never come back for you. You’re all alone. The voice insisted.
“....” Armaros was too weak, too sick, to respond anymore.
He abandoned you. Just like Heaven did. Like everyone will always do.
“....” Armaros struggled to stay awake, the room spinning too fast and the voice too loud for him.
“I’m back. Sorry, it took me a while to find the right meds…” Michael suddenly entered the room. “I heard you talking… Who were you talking to?” He went to the angel’s side, holding a bottle of water and a box of medicine.
“... M- Mi… chael?” Armaros looked at Michael, struggling to see him as his vision refused to cooperate with him.
“Yes… I’m here…” Michael was confused, putting the bottle down on the nightstand and opening the box to get a dose of medicine out.
“Mi… chael…” Armaros started to cry quietly as he tried to reach out to Michael again.
“I’m here Armaros. I’m here…” He puts the medicine on the nightstand to hold the angel’s hand gently, putting hand on his hair and petting it gently. “I’m right here.”
Armaros kept looking around Michael, searching for him in his spinning vision. He continued to cry, even as the voice had left the moment Michael had come back.
“It’s alright, Armaros, I’m here… i won’t leave you again…” He keeps petting gently the other’s hair to help calm him down*
The angel seemed a little reassured with that, the crying stopping slowly as he clung to Michael’s hand shakily.
“I need to make you take the medicine… It’ll help you feel better…” Michael said gently, trying stopping his petting to grab the bottle. “I’m not leaving. I’ll just help you sit up, okay?”
Armaros nodded despite having a hard time understanding what was happening, letting go of the other’s hand at his prompting.
Michael gently helped him sit up, keeping him against him as he helped him drink his medicine.
“You need to drink a bit more, and then you can go back to sleep, alright?” He talked as he helped the other drink.
Armaros drank obediently, making small noises of discomfort, and clinging to Michael.
“Alright. It’s over, Armaros… Now you can go back to sleep. You need rest…” He put the bottle away and helped the angel lay down again, tucking him under the cover. “Now close your eyes and sleep… I’ll be right here…”
Armaros looked confused as he looked in the direction of Michael, clinging to his arm in fear.
“I’m here, Armaros… I won’t leave you… I promise…” The other took the angel’s hand in his and sat on the bed, getting himself comfortable to stay with the angel.
Armaros relaxed a little upon feeling Michael sitting next to him and holding his hand. He closed his eyes, making small noises as, even with his eyes closed, his head kept spinning.
“It’ll be okay, Armaros. I’ll be right here.” Michael kept reassuring as he watched the angel trying to relax.
To help him and keep him reassured that he was here he petted his hair again with his free hand, watching as the angel finally managed to fall asleep, too weak to fight against it.
“How did you manage to get this sick…” Michael wondered as he kept petting and holding the other’s hand.
The young human kept good watch over the angel for the rest of the day, occasionally waking him up to make him drink and take his medicine.
Thankfully, by the end of the day, the fever had broken out, letting Armaros rest better, while Michael kept watch over him.
It would take a few days for Armaros to fully recover from the sickness, but at least he wasn’t delirious anymore, allowing the human to go about in the apartment to make him something to eat.
When the angel was fully healed, Michael asked him if he felt sick beforehand, and why he hadn’t mentioned it, finding out that Armaros had been feeling lightheaded and dizzy but that he thought it was nothing at the time, Michael scolding him on taking better care of himself.