A Moment Of Peace Before The Whole World Shatters 😇

a moment of peace before the whole world shatters 😇

oh, hey, look, another thing for @freesmooches

A/N: This doesn’t exactly belong to @freesmooches but I’m going to credit them because I saw this headcanon sent in by an anon on their blog, and they added onto it, so y'know…

“Aw, Alex…it’s ok, shh, you’re okay….” Eliza cooed, holding Alexander’s hair back as he heaved over the toilet. Tears were streaming down his face, dripping down his nose and falling into the water below his face. “M-My stomach hurts…” he whimpered weakly before heaving more.

“I know, I know…” she whispered, pressing a cold rag to the back of his neck. She hated seeing Alex like this. Being sick was hard for Alex, she knew that all too well…it brought back painful memories of his mother. Her stomach squirmed at the sound of Alexander finally vomiting into the toilet bowl, but she couldn’t leave him. He was trembling and sobbing beneath her…and as uncomfortable as she was around vomit, she knew the discomfort couldn’t even rival the world of pain Alexander was going through during this moment.

Only when Alex stopped gagging did Eliza let go of him. At the sound of a meek whine, she quickly put her hand back on his shoulder, attempting to reassure him. “Get cleaned up. I’m only going to get you new pajamas and some medicine, ok? I’ll be right back, I promise,” she soothed. As soon as he gave a small nod, she left to, very quickly, fetch his pajamas and medicine, just like she said.

She came back to the bathroom only to find Alexander still crumpled in a pile on the floor, shaking and sobbing just as he had been a few minutes prior.

“Oh, goodness, Alexander…” She sat on the floor with him, wrapping her arms around him in a motherly fashion and stroking his hair.

“M-Mama…” he breathed, curling up more and putting his head on her chest. A fresh wave of tears came as he tenderly reached out to stroke her arm. “I don’t…I don’t feel good, Mama…”

Eliza’s eyes widened as she felt her heart shatter into a million pieces. “I know, Alexander…” she whispered, holding him close to her bosom. She felt a wet spot on the front of her shirt, presumably from his tears. “Come on Alex, we need to get you cleaned up…” she tried weakly, attempting to stand up.

Alexander only responded by gripping onto her tighter. “Don’t leave!” he pleaded. “Please…please don’t leave…” Panicked, he began mumbling in French, most likely along the lines of “please stay” or “don’t leave”. Eliza knew a little French, but wasn’t fluent by any means.

“I’m not leaving, Alex,” she reassured patiently, stroking his cheek. “I’m getting you a rag and some mouthwash to get you cleaned up a little bit…come on, stand up with me.”

Alexander held Eliza’s arm in a death grip, refusing to let go of her. “O-Okay, Mama…”

The first thing Eliza did was get a rag to wipe Alexander’s face. It was covered in sweat and tears, among a bit grosser things, but that was all wiped away with a refreshingly cool rag. She rinsed the rag again for good measure before wiping gently at his puffy, red eyes. “It’s ok, Alex…you’re okay… want some mouthwash?” she asked softly, oh-so-gently prying the arm that wasn’t holding the rag arm from his grip.

For once, Alex willingly let go. “Don’t leave…” he repeated in a whisper, his weak eyes focusing intensely on Eliza, the woman his feverish mind had convinced him was his late mother.

“I won’t,” she chuckled softly, reaching for the mouthwash. She poured a small amount into a paper cup and handed the blue liquid to Alexander. “Don’t swallow it,” she reminded him. If he thought she was his mom, there was no telling what else his foggy mind might be thinking.

He nodded and spit the stuff into the sink after swishing it around a bit, wiping his mouth with the hand towel. He turned around to face Eliza, and he shuffled closer to her.

“Let’s get that shirt off,” she sighed, pulling his shirt over his head and grabbing the neatly folded shirt she grabbed for him earlier.

Alex limply obliged, allowing his dirty shirt to be slipped off of his small frame, and was equally as limp as a clean shirt replaced the soiled one. “Thank you, Mama…” he breathed out, collapsing onto her once he was dressed.

Eliza held him, reaching out with a free hand to grab and unwrap a chewable Pepto Bismol tablet. She held his face and slipped the pink, chalky medicine past his lips. “That will help you feel better…” she cooed, kissing his temple and swaying back and forth gently. “Would you like to go lay down?” she whispered, pulling him towards the bathroom door slowly, so as to not startled him, and firmly but tenderly holding his hand.

Alex nodded feebly, chewing half-heartedly on the Pepto Bismol tablet and sniffling as he willingly followed Eliza into his bedroom.

“I’m sorry you’re so sick, Alex…” she whispered, helping Alex up into his bed and tucking him in. “Go on to sleep…you need it…” She tenderly stroked his cheekbone, giving him a motherly gaze.

“Lay down with me, Mama?” he asked, eyes glazing over from exhaustion and fever, amongst other tiring things. He just needed sleep.

“Of course.” She smiled and laid down on top of the covers with him.

“Love you…” he whispered, nuzzling back into her chest. He had relaxed drastically since his breakdown in the bathroom, thank goodness. No longer were his muscles tense and shaking, or his stomach heaving, or tears streaming ceaselessly from his eyes.

“I love you too.” She felt a bit of pride knowing that she’d singlehandedly calmed Alex down, and even managed to stay with him this whole time without getting sick herself. Wrapping an arm securely around him, she began rubbing his back to soothe him further, or hopefully even lure him to sleep.

Her plan, of course, worked. In almost no time, Alexander had slipped into the clutches of sleep. Relieved, Eliza allowed herself to doze off…hopefully he would feel better in the morning.

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