Incubus' Sick Treatment

¤"Bad Era"☆

It was a cold day in October and you were walking home. You had gotten sick from one of your coworkers and felt like shit (#COVID19). Your head was beating like crazy and your nose had been runny all day so your boss decided to give you the rest of today and tomorrow off for recovery. You had accepted and thanked him before going home. You walk down the block from your office, whimpering as your head is beaten like a drum. You notice a bookstore at the end of the street called, 'White Light Books.' You've heard of this bookstore before, it rumoured to have actual spell books in it. You didn't believe it but was curious about the rumors, seconding to head into it.

It was a quiet and peaceful bookstore but cramped with all the bookshelves. As you walked in, you could sense the claustrophobic atmosphere immediately but did see a bunch of good books so you kinda didn't mind.

You start to walk through the bookstore looking around for a good book, something to keep your mind busy while you recover from your sickness. You wanted a really good one so anything or any genre would do, hell even a fucking spellbook. Which is what you found, finding a grey and black book with a skull on it. "Cool." You say, taking it out of the bookshelf. You head to check out and pay for it.

You walk out of the bookstore with the spellbook in hand, smiling softly. You tread down the street, sneezing like crazy. Your nose was dripping with snot and you looked like hell as you looked up to see your apartment down the block. You smile at the sight of it, letting out a soft "hooray!" as you buzz into your building. You hurriedly made your way up the steps, the mucus in your lungs made it hard to breathe as you went up 4 flights of steps. You get to your apartment, 7M, and unlock it happily. "Thank god! I'm home!" You say, placing your bag onto your kitchen table.

You make your way to your bathroom and take a hot shower, trying to get comfy and let your body unwind a bit. Once you step out, you felt very lightheaded and took a Tylenol to ease that. You whimper as you grab your book and head to your bedroom, feeling like shit. You lay down, grabbing your new book. "Maybe there's something in this book that could help me with this sickness." You say softly, yawning as you flipped through the spellbook. You see a spell called "Pleasure for Woes." It had something scratched out but you didn't care. It looked like what you thought to be a spell for sickness and decided to read it out loud.

"Hmm, nothing happened." You say, looking around. You weren't surprised, spells being real. Your room soon shakes as the sky outside gets a dark grey with heavy clouds as a red and black pentagram is carved through the wood floor of your room, glowing a bright red. A pair of claws pop out of the pentagram as they pull the figure out of it. You gasp as you watch the sight, curling up in your blanket.

A tall, black man with demons horns, wings, and tails stands over you, licking lips. His long black wings fold behind him as he looks down at you. You sit up from your bed, your face kinda bluish pink from how sick you feel. He smiles down, checking you out as he walks towards you. He seemed kinda intrigued at you, enjoying what he saw.

"So you're who summoned me? A lovely and sick old human? " He says smugly, smirking still. He gives you his large hand/claw to shake. His red eyes direct themselves down at you, making you feel a little shiver. He found you somewhat cute, looking small and frail compared to him which made you perfect for protecting.

You gull nervously and shake his large hand/claw, coughing painfully before saying softly, "I-I'm Y/N, actually, and I didn't mean to summon you. I was just looking for something to aid my cold." You rub your throat as you felt some pain in it

"I'm Michael, human. But since you summoned me I can't really leave until I fulfill your needs, so I can help." He says, scooting towards you. His wings gently scoop your sick little body up and bring you to him, sitting you on his soft and warm lap. He smiles softly as he presses your head against his chest. "I honestly don't want to be here but you look weak and frail so I have to protect you now." He groans, really wanting to cuddle you to help with your cold but doesn't want to show his softer side.

"How can you help me exactly?" You ask, blushing a bit at being close to this handsome man. You sneeze cutely, sniffing like crazy. He coos softly and wipes the snot from your nose, keeping you close.

"Don't you fret at all. I'm not gonna hurt you." He says, getting up. He carries you in his arms as he heads out your bedroom and to your kitchen. He places you on your couch and makes you some soup, smiling softly. "So human, how'd you get sick?"

"From one of my coworkers." You say, shivering a bit. Michael nods understandably, holding your soup in one hand and you in the other.

"Well, I'll take care of you til you can go back." He says, sitting on your bed and feeding you. You smile softly and relax a bit, your nose still dripping of mucus. He places a claw on your head, checking your temperature. "You're still hot, human. Very hot." He says, giving you more soup. You ate it all but still felt like hell.

You didn't want to talk, your nose was clogged and your throat was all scratchy. You make a whimper, giving Michael a worried look. He lets out a purr, which surprises you, as he places the empty soup bowl down and sits you on his lap fully. His wings spread around the two of you like a giant blanket as he nuzzles you. "Rest, human. I'll watch over you." He says, petting your head.

You let out a yawn, wincing as your throat burned. He rubs your throat gently as you drift off in his arms, nuzzled against him. "N-night.......Michael." You say softly.

"Night, little lowly human." He purrs, licking you gently as you start to breathe easily. He lays on his side with you, curling around you like a cat. He keeps you in his grasp as he keeps watch over you, rain pouring outside your apartments and lulls him to sleep too.