~It's Just A Distant Memory: Gladion X Reader~

~Chapter Eleven~

~Gladion's P.O.V~

When I awoke, it was to someone shaking me. "Five more minutes..." "But, we're here." I instantly recognized that voice, and, opened my eyes. (y/n) was hovering over me. This caused my face to show a light blush.

(y/n) then started bursting into giggles. "What?" I asked, very confused. "Your... Hair!" (y/n) then burst out, laughing. I opened my phone, and, put it in selfie mode. Just how bad is my hair? Though, once I saw my hair, I could see why (y/n) was laughing her head off. But, this only caused my blush to deepen.

"Do you happen to have a brush, that I can borrow?" "Sure." (y/n) looked through her bag, and, pulled out a brush. "Here." "Thanks." I said, before taking the brush, and, fixing my hair. After I finished fixing my hair, I handed the brush back to (y/n). She put it back into her purse.

After a bit of stretching, we headed into Aether Paradise. I hope that something rings a bell, for (y/n).

Sadly, nothing seemed familiar, to (y/n). I sighed, but, not in defeat. I won't be defeated. Not yet, anyway. "So, are we going to stay here, for the night?" "I don't see why not?" "Question, is your bed big enough, for the two of us?" A worker, who was passing us, gave me a questioning look. It was the look that said, 'You sick monster!' "Uh, yeah... It's a king-sized bed." "Perfect!" I sighed, once more. What will my employees think, when they learn that I'm sleeping with a girl?! Wait, that shouldn't matter. But, then, why does it?

After a while, we headed to my room, where we got ready for bed. I had some of the workers bring (y/n) some spare pajamas. "Thank you." After the workers left, (y/n) got changed, without giving me a warning. Luckily, I was able to look away, before I saw anything too... Personal.

"I think I'm going to go to bed now." "Okay, night, (y/n)." "Night. But, don't keep me waiting too long." (y/n) said, before getting into my bed. Soon, she was sleeping, all peaceful-like.

Okay, I think I'm going to go to bed now. But, just as I was about to get in the bed, I noticed (y/n) shaking, and shivering. I felt her forehead, to feel an intense heat. Is (y/n) getting sick? If so, why do I have a feeling that this isn't a normal disease?

"She's what?!" "I don't know what to do!" I said, my head filling up, with worry. This worry started to cloud my judgement. "Bring her to the secret lab. We'll see what we can do." "Okay." The phone call with Looker ended.

I quickly went up to (y/n), and, carefully, picked her up. I carried her, all the way to my private airplane. "Where to, Mr. President?" I quickly gave the pilot the coordinates, before going to go sit next to a sleeping (y/n). She didn't look like she was doing too well. Hang in there, (y/n), I'll make sure you're okay.

I don't have anything else to say. So... Later, my fellow readers! =^-^=