Can I request Marcus (or all the kings) taking care of a sick human mate? I’m v v sick and could use some Volturi love xoxo
In Sickness and In Health:
Well, here it was, despite being tangled with a plethora of ancient immortals who never got the sniffles, you were inevitably sick.
It slowly began with the sniffles, as if you were cold— well of course the vampires, mainly your guard Afton had felt his eyes bug out and he had rushed around throwing blankets on you as if that would ward off any bacteria or virus already in your system half muttering about how his Master would kill him if you so much as got a cold.
Oooohhh it was much worse than that.
It was pneumonia. Not that you knew that yet. “It’s just a cold Affie.”
“Nonsense! You humans are so fragile for gods sake you were wiped out with a plague of flu!”
No one knew how you got it, considering you were well within the walls with no one but vampires, but it turns out that one of the staff who handled laundry had been sick— you really didn’t want to know what happened to them— and came to work anyway despite STRICT rules not to even if you had sniffles.
Afton fretted and paced since Master Marcus was in a Trial and had texted him that you were sick.
Marcus was there in a mere blink. He had told Aro to stuff it and once Aro found out he permitted his brother’s absence.
“Marcus darling I am alright—“ you couldn’t get a word in edgewise as you were whisked to his rooms, a fire built, blankets piled on, a cook— vampiric as not to spread germs, as well as the doctor who was also a vampire came rushing to his aid when called.
But— within 24 hours you were a miserable wheezing mess on the bed sweating your heart out and groaning in pain of body aches.
Marcus was fucking terrified. He had never seen human sickness, not in a long, long time, and those that were sick they didn’t eat because— i mean ew would you eat a moldy sandwich?— i didn’t think so.
Cold hands are pressed to your burning face cooling you off, when that doesn’t work he winds himself around you in sweats and a tshirt letting his fridgid temperature cool you down and keep the consuming fever at bay.
Your throat is so hoarse you can’t speak, so Aro comes and holds your hand and speaks for you, he is rather indulgent of his brother’s mate, and was concerned tutting over you as one did a child spoon feeding you chicken broth and holding juice out for you to drink from a straw despite mental protests.
“Nonsense cara Mia, you are family, let us care for you, this wont be a bother once you are immortal.” He gives his usual manic smile and pats your burning forehead.
The breathing treatments were what scared Caius. “What the Gods is wrong with them?” He asked tapping the machine that nebulized the medication for you to breathe in to settle your lungs and hack up any mucus. “Gross.” Was the blond’s response.
But he dutifully stayed at your side reading you books from his giant collection and regaling you with war stories of his conquests while you watched peeking over the blankets with sparkling eyes and flushed cheeks.
Marcus however was trying so hard to stay positive, you had a turn for the worse, and when the vampiric doctor said that quite often humans succumbed to pneumonia the plan was to change you should you get worse— but you had needed anti-viral medications, whatever was needed though was acquired as soon as possible, and soon you were slowly on the mend.
Eventually, Marcus said fuck it, and adjusted his bite to help your body heal itself but not turn you.
Granted, it had altering affects such as you had super bat hearing now and could see very well. You also had a odd craving for venom— specifically Marcus’s. Aro was apt to write it all down when Marcus had bit into his lip and a drop of venom had pooled on his skin your gaze had gone black and you had leaned forward and bit down on the unbreaking but soft skin.
“Dearest?” Marcus had balked a bit— venom drinking was only done through mates, so it wasn’t unheard of but it was certainly odd, furthermore you couldn’t turn a person by them drinking venom, it was digested and could potentially make a person euphoric and drugged, but it certainly wouldn’t change them. But you had after the wound closed, shut your eyes and knocked out.
Needless to say you got a wrist full of venom after and it sped your healing along quite well.
Now all mended, you were happy to spend your days sitting with Marcus snuggling on the couches in the library reading.
