At the verge of death

Auren

   "Auren! Auren! You fucking bastard, wake up!" Someone hisses at me.

  I clutch my throbbing head, and flip on my side ignoring the snake that keeps hissing my name, but the hissing gets louder.

  "What the—" I groan, fluttering my eyes open.

"Are you mad? Wake up! We have to leave here. What if those rogues come looking for us again? They'd kill us instantly if they found us!"

   I open my eyes properly, my eyes landing on basket mouth.

  "What do you want so early in the morning? Go back to sleep," I groan, attempting to sleep again, but she grabs my hand, and pulls me to a sitting position.

   "Let's leave this place before Rhaegar's men come looking for us."

   Little by little, my senses come back to me, "Oh, right," I mumble.

  She scrambles to a standing position, "Why are you so slow today? Come on!"

   I just stare at her, still in a daze.

  I can't move. My head is pounding so bad, and my body is on fire.

   She stops in her place, her eyes softening. She goes back on her knees, placing her hand on my forehead.

"Oh gosh, your fever has gotten worse," she gasps.

    I try to breathe in but my nostrils have been corked, and I have to breathe with my mouth now.

  Hell, this is why I always took painkillers at the slightest pain. I can't go through all this.

   "Fuck it," I place my hands on the ground, helping myself to a standing position.

"What should we do now that you aren't feeling so well? I don't have my phone on me; we could have asked for help."

   I stare at her again, my head now feeling like a time bomb has been placed in there, waiting to explode.

  "Come closer," I whisper.

She scoots closer, and I wrap my hands around her waist.

  With barely any strength left, I force myself to wrench the words out of my mouth.

"T- take us out of here."

"How am I supposed to do that?" Her tiny hands snake around my waist.

"Magic..." I cough weakly.

She stares at me with dilated pupils, her ears going beet red.

"What the— so you're saying we could have used magic to esc—"

I place a hand over her mouth, "Just get the fuck out of this place. Please. My head's going to explode at any moment," I grit my teeth as a wave of pain washes over me.

She grumbles something under her breath, and poof! We're out of there.

***

In the underworld, there are three things you have to do to survive.

Don't die. Make sure to obliterate the rival first. Don't let your crimes get to you. Don't die. Don't die. Or rather, die when you can, if you're coward enough to run away from the dark world you plunged yourself in.

That was six.

No, four?

Whatever, just don't die.

But the thing is, I'm dying! I'm at the verge of death, and this razor mouth is not helping matters.

Asha keeps yapping about me being a wicked bastard, all because I didn't tell her on time my wolf possesses magic.

"Are you done insulting my third generation too? Now, please let me sleep," I hurl the duvet over me, closing my eyes to rest.

"I will give you a proper response when you're well. For now, let's take care of your dumb ass."

Dumbass? Me?

She roughly shoves the duvet away from me, "Sit up. You've got some drugs to take," she knits her brows together, placing a wet towel on my forehead.

"You've got mommy vibes," I reach out to hold her, but she smacks my hand.

"Ow!" I rub the sore hand.

"I don't know why your fever is deciding to talk through you, but shut up," she takes some pills and gives it to me.

"Take them," she hands a glass of water to me, but I refuse to take it from her.

"I think I'm going to die," I collapse into my bed, "Help!"

"It's just a cold. Nothing's going to happen to you," she pulls me back to a sitting position.

"You're handling me too roughly," I whine, pulling away from her, and recoiling at the edge of my bed.

"Why do I have to go through this?" She huffs, rounding the bed to come sit besides me.

"A Lycan lord who can't stand a small fever," a mocking smile plays on her lips.

I give her a glare to shut her up, but she continues laughing instead.

"Don't give me that look. Take your pills or die since you want to," she places the glass of water on the bedside table.

"Why are you so evil?" I ask breathlessly.

"I'm just helping you. I'm literally offering you pills, am I not?" She presses her lips in a thin line obviously frustrated at me.

I take the pills from her, gulping them down with water. I can't swallow pills without water, I'll puke my intestines out.

"There we go," she exhales softly, placing the glass of water on the table.

"Now go to sleep. The towel should drop your temperature a bit. You should feel better when you wake up," she takes a hold of my shoulders, trying to make me lie down.

I grab her wrists, and pull her towards me.

"Stay here until I can fall asleep," I drop my voice to a whisper.

She rolls her eyes at me, grimacing.

"Don't be a baby, and let me go," she tries to pull away, but I hold on to her.

"Please?" I give her my puppy face no one can resist.

She palms her face, shaking her head.

Did she just resist it? Shock!

"Fine, I'll stay here, but you have to fall asleep quickly," She lies flat on the bed, shutting her eyes.

"What a big baby. I wonder how your past girlfriends stuck up with you," she mutters under her breath.

I lie beside her, a small smile tugging at my lips.

It's been a while since I met someone who could match up with my attitude. Ever since my sister died, it has been almost impossible being around women.

Even if I tried to be as nice as possible, it just couldn't last because they were all dumbos. Literally. They ran away after a week, they always did.

Then there's this basket mouth, Asha, who is the only lady that doesn't mind me dying, resurrecting, and dying again.

I can't help patting her head in satisfaction.

"Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?" She barks, and I flinch, immediately retracting my hand, and shutting my eyes quickly.

"Good, don't let me catch you awake in the next four hours," she warns.

Ugh, yes, Mommy.