[Novel] Waking Up in a Dream, Episode 19: Flashback - Salvation 2

Flashback: Salvation 2

Through the Demon King's visit, I learned of my own origins.
From that, I also deduced the reason why I do not catch the plague.
Because I am a demon. Because I am not human.
If that is the case, could I not suppress the symptoms of the plague by giving her something that I possess?
Could I not save her?
The problem is what that 'something' to give should be.
I derived what that was from the Demon King's visit as well. If it can be taken, can it not also be given? It would be impossible for a normal human, but would it not be possible for me, a demon?
And as for what I can give.
This is all I have right now.

"Camusyana-sama."
"Therastine. I apologize, as I imagine this is unpleasant, but please forgive me."
I hold her head steady with my arm as she lies on the bed. I pressed my lips against hers, covering her own lips that were moving weakly.
I pour magic power into her from our joined lips.
Perhaps it is unpleasant to have magic power forced into one's body.
She begins to stir.
I hold her down, careful not to use too much force, as her body tries to escape from beneath my chest.
I feel hesitant, but if I stop here, I cannot heal her.

When the Demon King did the same to me, I felt as if my consciousness were being dragged away, but I wonder what it feels like to have magic power poured into oneself.
I cannot read her feelings to that extent.
I cannot take my eyes off her blue eyes, which are wavering from her fever.
Is this intense heartbeat mine, or is it hers?
Is this feverish heat mine, or is it hers?

After finishing about half of the magic power I intended to pour in, I pull my mouth away for a moment.
"Are you alright?"
"...It feels like something is circulating through my body."
Her reaction is slow, which is a relief. Perhaps that is due to the fever.
Her blue eyes are shimmering. The corners of her eyes are stained red.
I feel my own face grow hot at her sheer beauty.

"Are you not feeling ill?"
"Actually... it feels good?"
"Why is that a question?"
As I mutter in exasperation, she smiles awkwardly again.
"...I'm continuing."
I place my hand on her cheek. Seeing her close her eyes and nod, I bring my face closer.

Feeling her breathing settle, I lift my body up.
When I touch her neck, I feel that her fever has gone down compared to before.
It seems my deduction was correct.
Perhaps because my magic power has decreased, my body feels slightly heavy.
Whether her fever has transferred to me, or if it is because of what I just did, my body is sweating.

I wipe her face so as not to wake her, and cool the cloth on her forehead again.
Then, I place my right hand on her head. I leave it there for a while, stroke her light blue hair, and pull away.
I pull the covers back over her and leave her side.

She will forget today's events. And I will have her betrothed to someone other than me, keeping her away from me.
I glance at her out of the corner of my eye.
Recalling the softness of her body and her feverish face from earlier, my face grows hot again.
I press my hand to my own mouth and let out a long breath.
She is a patient, and what I just did was a medical procedure.
Listening to her steady breathing, I leave the room.