?Only In My Imagination? (Alastor x fem! reader love story) ?

Ch. 11 ?Sick Days & Some Jambalaya?

"Since you won't properly take care of yourself, I must! Now where do you keep your tea bags? Never mind! I found them!"

I roll my eyes softly, feeling a wave of joy wash over my chest, leaving a warm tingling sensation.
Why in the world do I feel like I'm a married woman, whose husband can't find anything for himself, and I have to help him with every step?

Its funny.

Alastor comes back ten minutes later, steaming cup of tea in his hand.
"Here you are," he passes it to me, sitting on my bed to feel my head one more time. "I'll be right back."

He stands up and goes back in the kitchen as I blow on my tea, taking a sip.
It taste like chamomile, with a hint of honey inside.

It soothes my throat, and I make a noise of satisfaction before taking another drink.
Damn he can make a good cup of tea.

When he returns, he has a bowl of cold water and a rag inside.
He squeezes the water out of the rag, before placing it on my forehead, doing it repeatedly for five minutes.

"Thank you," I finally whisper, when I feel the silence between us has stretched on long enough.
Who knew a demon knows about proper health care?

"No need to thank me," he responds, wiping his wet hands off on his black pants. "I have not done much of anything."

"Still, you're doing something to make me feel better," I blush softly, leaning back on my pillows, sinking in them. "It helps knowing that you care."

I had shut my eyes then, and didn't see the expression on his face, or the fact that a slight blush formed on his pale cheeks.
I feel my bed shift from him standing up.

"I am going to make you something. It should help with your congestion."

He turns to leave, before I call out.
"Can you go over to the TV and put in the movie called F/M?"

(Author's note: F/M stands for "Favorite Movie")

"Alright then," he bends down in front of the TV, opening the entertainment stand doors, searching through the movies for the one I just requested.

When he finds it, he opens it up, before taking the disc out, staring at in in a confused fascination.
Yep...he is a total boomer.

"What do I do with this?" he asks, like a little kid needing help with his school work.

I point at the DVD player. "Put it in the DVD player. Press the ON button. No that is not the ON button. No, Alastor. Look go left! Left, left, okay now move back to the right. Just a little bit more...don't you dare break that!" I shout at him when I hear him threaten to break it.

I sigh an annoyed breath. "Your finger is touching the button, now press it. Okay good, now press the EJECT button."

The funniest part about this was watching Alastor press the EJECT button, before jumping back in when the disc tray pops out.

"Now, put the disc in. Good! Okay, press that button again and yes! You did it!" I laugh softly. "Thanks."
I grab my remote off my nightstand when Alastor walks back into the kitchen.