HIRAETH|| Bernard the Elf x Reader [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 11 "Someone's Got a Fever!"

A/N: I'm using this little 'plot' as a transition to the plot of the second movie (just so things isn't so rushed yknow)

Upon waking, I burrowed my body within the silky warm bed sheets. A carousel of thoughts shook me from my slumber. I rubbed the remainders of sleep from my eyes and gazed upwards to the plain ceiling allowing for my eyes to adjust to the lighting.

I toss the sheets previously snuggled around my feet over to the side. Shifting my body to the edge of the bed and placing my feet against the cold embrace of the floor.

After a few moments of silence, I proceeded out my room's door.

I walked down the seemingly endless corridor down to the medical bay.

"Salutations y/n!" I was greeted with a hyper Curtis brightly smiling adding a refreshment from last night's contrasting vibe.

"Good Morning to you too Curtis!" I pushed through the medical bay doors and walked alongside Curtis to my office.

"No offense or anything-I enjoy your company- but why are you following me?" I gaze down at the shorter elf.

"Oh! Well direct orders from Santa requires me to check in with you every so often, since y'know...Bernard's acting up" I nodded with furrowed brows and a pursed lip at the remindence of Bernard.

"Welp, let's start the day shall we!"

-Timeskip-

The first 6 hours of my shift as a medic surpassed as a mere breeze. No drastic injuries were reported in, just the occasional cut and scratch on the knee or elbow.

Seated idly at my desk, I found myself mindlessly doodling on random documents.

"Man, the peace and quiet sure is nice-"

"Y/N!!!!"

"G-GAhh-" I jumped and slipped off my chair from the drastic shift in my body's momentum.

"I GOT BARNABY!"

What came to sight was something you'd see only once in a lifetime. Santa, my father, had Bernard, the head fucking elf, in a tight grasp suspended in the air clearly struggling at an attempt of an escape. Curtis stood next to them.

I raised both my hands and placed them on my hips and stared the three down bamboozled.

"What..happened?"

"Well dear daughter, we are lead to believe our buddy here is sick"

"Elves don't get sick!" Bernard protested finally yanking himself from the unfluctuating strength of my father.

My body began to quiver from the mere presence of Bernard. The thought of him yelling or snapping at me deterred me from keeping my calm. Hasty and hollowed breaths overtook my lungs once again as I tried my best to mask it.

"Well, I can do a little checkup-" I bent down to grab certain sets of medical supplies to conduct a check-up, "let's check your temperature shall we?"

His mouth opened for a slither of a moment before shutting again. Guess he was too tired to bother and protest. Lucky me. I raised my hand up, placing the thermometer up to his forehead, waiting for the beep to indicate his temperature was taken. It was a good thing I had his hat, it made it easier to reach his forehead. Once I heard the audio, I turned the device around and read the calculation.

"100.8...Uhm...yea, Bernard you're clearly ill. You need to rest-" Before I could conclude what I wished to say, he debated against my statement.

"I can't rest!-"

My father quickly intervened to prevent any further arguments, "Rest. That's an order"

"But-"

"Bernard." My father looked down at him with a stern look indicating there was no way out from what we all advise.

"Here, I'll take him to my room. It's the coolest temperature wise." I hesitantly reached for Bernard's hand but resorted to grabbing his sweater's sleeve instead.