Taking Care of My Favorite Zombie [Adam][Only Lovers Left Alive]
AN: Hello! I’ve decided to make another Adam imagine! This one is a little bit of serious mixed with humor [as always]. And of course fluff! :)
Thank you for all the feedback on my last imagine! It blew me away the response I got! Thank you!
Warnings: mentions of blood, some probably inaccurate information on vampires, toilet humor [super small bit] and cheesiness
“I was always taught to put others first”
“Yes….but this time if you don’t take care of you, there won’t be a you to care for others.”
“May I ask why you chose to try to defend me against muggers? I mean, if I’m not mistaken here, you are a human. You don’t have all the powers I’ve been cursed with.” Adam concluded as he lay Rowan on his king-size bed.
A smirk formed on her features as she nestled into the soft fabric of the sheets.
“Because I was always taught to put others first, silly.”
“Yes, but you don’t have superhuman strength, a mean growl, and pointy fangs. If you don’t take care of yourself, there won’t be a you to care for others.” Adam reminded her while looking over her wounds.
“I’m not hurt that bad, Adam. Just a minor concussion, a black eye, some scrapes, and maybe a broken rib. You finished them off before they could do any more damage. Big scary vampire you are.” Rowan teased with a forced smile.
She wouldn’t admit this, but the pain was becoming unbearable. What she really needed was to be in her own home to take care of her own wounds. Adam didn’t exactly have anything useful as far as first aid goes, or running water for that matter.
Adam rolled his eyes as he sat on his knees against the bed and gently ran his hands over Rowan’s much smaller ones. A sad smile found its way to his lips as racked his brain for a way to heal the young woman faster. She was special to him, and not just because she let him feed on her blood. An idea surfaced in his brain but the thought made him sick inside. Would she let him?
“Rowan, I might have a way to heal you quicker.” Adam tentatively spoke.
The subject was taboo even to him, having only heard of it through various whispers among the zombies.
“Adam, I just need to go home and rest a bit. Clean my cuts with some antiseptic and wrap my ribs. I’ll be okay with proper rest and first aid.”
The vampire shook his head as he stood up from the floor. He wasn’t taking no for an answer no matter how deranged he sounded.
“You need to drink my blood. “ He declared a determined look on his face.
Rowan’s eyes widened in shock as she tried to sit up. But to no avail, she was far too weak to sit up on her own. Slumping back on the bed with a groan she looked up at Adam.
“Have you gone mad?” She asked in astonishment.
“I’ve not gone mad, Rowan. This is the only way I can think to heal you faster. It’s not that crazy! In ancient times I read that many people consumed organs from the enemies they conquered. It was a way to gain their strength or traits. Even women as recently as the 17th century has drunk the blood of defeated enemies in the belief that it could increase their fertility! This has to work!”
“I don’t know about this, Adam. I could get worse! I could die!”
“I wouldn’t suggest it if I didn’t think it would be beneficial to you. I care a lot about you, Rowan. You’re a zombie, yes, but you aren’t as delusional or self-absorbed as the ones that exist around us. Please, let me try this. I want to make you better.” Adam whispered, his eyes boring into hers.
The pleading look in his dark amber eyes was hard to look away from. He’d obviously picked up how to make the puppy dog eyes from his human companion. Rowan couldn’t be mad he’d learned something modern, but she could be mad that he chose to use it on her at this moment.
“Adam, don’t give me that look.”
“What look, darling?” Adam questioned with a smirk.
He knew exactly what he was doing. He needed this plan to work, he needed her to give in just this once.
“That cute puppy dog look you’re giving me. I know what you’re doing and this is not the time to be doing it. Just let me mend myself at home.”
“I can’t. I can’t let you go home. I can’t let you walk out my front door knowing that you might not come back. You might get sicker at home, you might get mugged again and never make it home, there are so many terrible possibilities. I can’t let it happen. You have to trust me on this, please darling.” Adam pleaded.
A sigh escaped Rowan’s lips as she closed her eyes. He wasn’t going to give up. The little vampire shit was dead set on this mad idea of his. Rowan just hoped it wouldn’t turn out to be a disaster. She also hoped she wouldn’t turn out dead.
“Alright, go bleed in a cup or whatever. Thank the lord you don’t have bodily functions or I’d be afraid you’d come back with something else in that cup just to fuck with me.”
“Trying to have a bowel movement in a cup would be quite hard, wouldn’t it? I mean first, you have to find the right position, then you have to find the right time, and you wouldn’t want it to be a runny mess or-”
Rowan’s face was as red as the material on Adam’s shirt. Embarrassment didn’t even begin to describe the feeling she was consumed with at the moment.
“Right, not the time to joke.”
Turning on his heel he made a mad dash for the kitchen in search of a cup. Rowan let a hand slide over her red face in frustration. A loud crash followed by several obscene curse words could be heard from the kitchen.
“Fuck! Fuck! Son of a bitch! Mother of god! Cocksucker!”
Rowan raised her eyebrows at the words leaving Adam’s lips in the other room. What the hell did he do? He was only supposed to drip a little blood in a cup. How could he possibly mess that up?
As if on cue Adam trudged into the room carrying a teacup with a grimace on his pale features.
“I didn’t think this through.” He mumbled, handing Rowan the delicate teacup.
“Did you at least give it some flavor?”
Adam gave her a look that would put anyone six feet under. With a small nod, she took that as her cue to down the red liquid. At first, the taste almost made her want to upchuck on the vampire next to her. Then, with encouragement from yours truly, she was able to down the crimson substance.
“How long am I supposed to wait before I notice any effects?” She questioned, handing the cup back to Adam.
“I’m not exactly sure. Maybe a few hours?”
Rowan nodded as she tried once again to sit up. Adam gently pushed her back onto the soft sheets with his hand.
“I don’t want to take your bed from you. I can go sleep on the couch or something, really-”
Adam sharply cut her off.
“You will do no such thing. Now get comfortable because you are going to be here for a while.”
With that, he stood up from the edge of the bed and made his way back into the kitchen. Rowan fluffed the pillows around her and got comfortable the best she could in someone else’s bed. Not long after she closed her eyes she felt the bed dip beside her as someone draped a blanket over her frame.
“Adam, what are you doing?” She whispered. “You’re supposed to be up. It’s nighttime.”
“I’m sacrificing my sleep schedule so that I can be of comfort to my favorite zombie.”
“Alright, but if I kick you in your no no square I’m not sorry.” Rowan declared.
Adam laughed as he wrapped his arms around Rowan’s frame, careful of her injuries.
“It won’t hurt, I’m dead anyway.”
“Are you sure about that?”
Before Adam could respond Rowan threw back her foot and rammed it into Adam’s sensitive area. A small curse escaped his lips as he bit hard on his bottom lip.
“I stand corrected. That fucking hurt. No kicking!” He scolded.
“I kick in my sleep sometimes, I was only warning you,” Rowan replied innocently.
Rolling his eyes the vampire snuggled his face into Rowan’s back trying to get comfortable. He wasn’t tired at all, but he didn’t want to leave her. Part of him worried she wouldn’t make it through the night, while part of him worried she wouldn’t make it through the next hour. Vampire blood was strong stuff and the thought only kept him awake and alert even more.
“Go to sleep, Rowan. You need to rest.” Adam softly whispered.
“I want to keep talking to you,” Rowan whispers in return.
Her voice may have sounded sleepy but her eyes remained wide open. Roman felt like she was in limbo. Her body was exhausted but her mind was wide open.
Unbeknownst to either individual was the healing taking place within Rowan’s body. The once open wounds had miraculously closed, the broken bone was beginning to repair itself. Even her black eye was healed.
“You need to rest, Rowan. Close your eyes, take deep breaths, and-”
Rowan cut him off in a panic.
“Adam, I feel like I have to fart. I’m just warning you now because it’s coming.”
Before Adam could get a word out a loud sound erupted between the two.
“Jesus Christ you weren’t kidding. My god!” Adam exclaimed, rolling over onto the other side.
“I warned you dumbass,” Rowan grumbled rather embarrassed.
Rowan blushes as she buries herself in the sheets. This night couldn’t get any worse.
“Rowan, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have made fun of your normal bodily functions. I forget humans have those sometimes.”
Rowan closes her eyes in an attempt to fall asleep and forget the whole situation. She’d talk to Adam when she woke and felt less humiliated.
Just as she was about to fall into blissful slumber, a soft voice spoke up.
“Will you please speak to me? I feel terrible that I upset you.”
Rowen sighed as she turned around landing right into Adam’s chest. He gently brings his arms around Rowan as she hesitantly snuggles into him.
“I’m sorry I didn’t speak. I was a bit humiliated, to say the least. I’m sorry for that disaster you had to experience. On the bright side, I do feel a bit better.” She explains.
“I feel like such an asshole. I shouldn’t have said what I said. It was not cool at all. ”
Rowan lifted her hand and ran her fingers through Adam’s tangled dark locks. It had a calming effect on the vampire as he let out a soft sigh of content.
“You said you are feeling better? Did the blood work?” Adam inquired with hope in his tone.
“I think it did. I really can’t thank you enough. I might have to use your healing technique more often.”
Adam shook his head in disagreement.
“It’s only for extreme measures, like tonight. I’m afraid if we used it more frequently it could have negative effects. Or fatal ones.” Adam explained fearfully.
“You sound scared. You are hardly scared of anything. Why is this scaring you?” Rowan questioned curiously.
“Because I could lose you.”
“Have you become fond of me?” Rowan teased with a grin.
“Shut up.” Adam bashfully replied.
He hid his face in her hair trying to hide his newfound shyness.
“Do you want to sleep, Dracula?” Rowan asked, planting a kiss on his exposed chest.
Adam’s face crinkled in a smile as he timidly kissed her forehead.
“Let’s sleep and maybe when we wake up we can discuss a new nickname.”
“Alright, Dracula. Goodnight.” Rowan whispered tiredly.
Before closing her eyes she whispered one last thing.
The vampire hummed in response as he too closed his eyes.
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