In this Wednesday Brief, a mad doctor is sick and someone has to act as nurse. Our story takes place in the Soul Eater manga-verse and stars Dr Stein and Marie, but I think it's still readable even if you aren't overly intimate with the series as a whole. Enjoy!
In
Sickness (1/2): Soul Eater (manga), Stein/Marie,
PG-13, prompt - "stomach, claws, blanket".
Canon
note: takes place between the seizing of "Brew" and the
storming of Baba Yaga Castle.
"My
stomach hurts."
Marie
wheeled around in her chair to find Doctor Stein, looking paler than
usual and in his patchwork pajamas. It was late and Marie had been deep
in paperwork for the DWMA. She should have expected Stein to intrude
at least once, especially since they were rooming together and the
good doctor kept unusual hours. He was once up at four in the
morning, testing electrical currents on cactus while playing opera.
But
Stein was not playing mad scientist tonight. He looked absolutely
sickly. Was it the madness, the strange affliction which kept him off
the front lines and out of the classroom since the Brew incident? It
was always an underlying problem, although some days were better than
others. It was why Marie and Stein were now sharing the same abode;
she was the only one trusted by Lord Death to look after the man and
make sure he didn't pose a threat to himself—or to others.
Then
again, maybe Stein ate a bad sausage link. Who knew, in his state?
Honestly, some of the food Marie had found while cleaning out Doctor
Stein's pantry gave her serious pause. The man clearly didn't pay
attention to expiration dates—or didn't eat what he bought.
With
a medical eye, Marie quickly assessed Stein's condition. He was pale
and sweaty, moisture rolling off his face in a faint sheen. His
posture was bad, but that wasn't new. He was definitely weaker than
usual.
"Your
stomach hurts?" Marie repeated. "Do you want some stomach
medicine?"
Stein
grumbled something unintelligible. His eyes shifted downward, not
meeting Marie's gaze.
She
sighed. "Very well, then. Let's get you back to bed and then
I'll get you something for your stomach." Leaving her piles of
paperwork for later, Marie managed to grasp Stein's arm and lead him
back to his bedroom without any argument from the sickly doctor.
As
they walked through the labyrinthine hallways of Stein's home, Marie
could not help but remember the first time she had stepped into his
home, his lab. At one point, she’d been scared of Stein. Most DWMA
staff were. He was a meister without a weapon, who delighted in
strange experiments and doing everything possible to not
do his job. Or so it seemed. Plus, the whole "operates on
himself" thing, which put off a lot of folks. Even though one of
their colleagues, Sid, was now a zombie, so such things should have
been above their average shock level.
Marie
had been afraid, once. Stein was certainly an off-putting person. But
he cared about his students. He cared whether they lived or died, and
if they reached their full potential. She saw that in the way he
dealt with the studious neurotic Maka, with the boisterous Black
Star, even with Lord Death's own son, Death the Kid. He may have
seemed apathetic on the surface, but Stein put more effort into
teaching his students practical weapon/meister skills than most
others in his field.
And
yet here he was, reduced to stumbling around his own house, black
blood pounding in his head, a wicked gift from Medusa. Medusa, who
had deceived everyone during her stint as a nurse in DWMA, only to
infest Stein with the same terrible darkness that birthed her only
child. The very thought of Medusa and her forked snake tongue was
enough to send Marie's blood boiling. This woman had hurt Stein so
deeply, and it was unsure whether or not Stein would fully recover.
If
Medusa had heard the horrific, maddening laughter that had escaped
Stein's pain-wracked body as Stein and Marie emerged from Brew's
magnetic field, she would've been assured that her plan had worked.
Stein was deep in the black that the slithering witch had planted in
his heart. If she had the chance, Marie would make Medusa pay for
every single stitch on Stein's body that had been tainted. She would
spill all the dark blood that flowed through Medusa's body and make
it burn to ashes.
Stein
coughed. His lungs sounded like they were rattling in his chest.
Marie tightened her grip and soon had him in his room. The smell of
sweat sent her nose into a permanent wrinkle. Stein's bedspread and
sheets were soaked in the stuff. His clothes were thrown about
haphazardly, lab coats falling one over the other on a broken table.
A window was the only source of light, moonlight streaming through
the glass so strongly that artificial light wasn't needed.
Marie
grimaced, her mouth set in a hard line. "Stein, just sit here.
I'm going to clean up a bit before you get back into bed, okay?"
He did not visibly protest as she led him into a nearby chair which
was thankfully clean and empty.
She
quickly made short business of Stein's bed, stripping it of sheets
and blankets with a skilled hand that would have made an ER nurse
jealous. The long abandoned hamper quickly filled with dirty laundry,
which she exiled to the hallway so the smell would stop permeating
the walls. The bed was quickly wiped down and made again with fresh
sheets and a duvet that did not smell like sick and was not dripping
wet.
"Stein—"
Marie turned around to find Doctor Stein slumped in his chair, eyes
glassy. He was absentmindedly playing with the skull-shaped buttons
on his pajamas, constantly doing and undoing the top two buttons. His
left foot kept tapping out an uneven, nervous beat against the wood
floor.
"Stein?"
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