#sure nice little warm up to get those writing gears flowing XD

[thedeafprophet]

(i don't know if you wanted one back but)

❥: barefoot, sleepy wanderings for jamie and a certain nightmare man? :-)

ah sure why not XD.

Prompt list from here

The wallpaper pulsed in time with their head as the The Author's shoulder met with the wall with a thud, their form buckling under the strain of illness. They pushed onward through the haze , to what end, they did not know.

A shakey hand reached out for support, as they forced themself upward and further through the room. The carpet was soft beneath their feet as they stumbled on, their slippers lonely and cold where they were forgotten by the bedside.

There was no worries of a chill in the room - even if they could feel beyond the fever, the hotel rarely let its guests grow cold. Not without reason, anyways.

They took a step forward.

And then another.

Further, and further yet - perhaps they would make it do the door after all.

Or perhaps not.

All at once, their support wavered, whatever rebuilt strength they had blowing away like a disregarded napkin on a windy day. They felt their knees buckle, and knew they were going to fall seconds before it happen. At least they would land somewhere soft.

They braced themself for the impact, and yet, it never came.

Instead of falling against the alluringly soft fabric of the floor, they found themself held up by the familiar feel of leather gloves.

"Now, where were you getting off to, hm?"

Jamie blinked up through their feverish gaze, The Manager's form seeming all the more blurry where he stood in front of them. The man chuckled as he moved them to a better standing position, taking the brunt of their weight as he did so, a strong arm wrapped around their waist.

"I-" It hurt their throat to speak, a fact so resented by one so attuned to words.

"Of course, heading right back to bed, weren't you? Seems you've gotten all turned around! But no matter, no matter, I am happy to help! That, i'm sure, you are familiar with."

That- that didn't seem right. They had been going somewhere else, hadn't they? They squinted up at him in confusion, their eyes meeting his. Returning to bed did seem rather appealing.

Of course, that had to be where they were intending to go. It felt like the most correct thing, to let themself be guided back to bed, a gentle hand pushing sweat slicked hair away from their forehead as they were settled back down. It must have been where they intended to go.

Where else was there to wander to, ill suited in the night?