Spend A Night With The Doctor
Content: Minor spoilers for 'Morbius 2022'. Fluff.
You and Michael Morbius has not only known, but also has worked for each other for a long time. Out of most people in his life, you've known his work towards a cure for himself has never been so important. But when it came to human-trails, and performing a cure on himself... You just can't shake off something is wrong...
The pain has never been this bad before. But hunching over your lab equipment and slouching in the chair probably didn't help. The slight touch of Morbius' hands shakily run over your back, somewhat relaxed you.
But the pressure he applied in the massage, was barely pressure. The knots and aches in your muscles still remained, as his trembling touch was too weak to apply any pressure. After a moment he stopped and leaned back into his white leather chair.
You pulled your t-shirt back over your torso, and adjusted your lab coat. "A lot better. Thanks"
He scoffed with a slight smile, "bullshit. You're such a bad lair."
You returned his smile, "alright, so I'm still a little stiff. But it doesn't matter. It's your turn anyways."
"No, forget it. There's still much more work to do."
Sighing and ignoring him, you wheeled Morbius slightly out of reach from his desk. Pulling his lab coat off his shoulders slowly, allowing it to gather at his waist. Your fingers slipped underneath the collar of his loose shirt, and massaged his shoulders and neck with firm, but gentle pressure.
"You know- ugh! This is a waste of time-oh!"
Pulling your hands from underneath the collar, and reaching for the hem of his shirt. Slowly rolling your knuckles in a circular motion along his back, being careful of his fragile form.
"Overworking yourself wont achieve anything. I know you're hellhound on finding a cure, but working yourself to death isn't the way."
Morbius chuckled, "sometimes your positivity is more annoying than sweet-oh! Fuck!"
"And that sarcasm of yours isn't that charming either."
The doctor gently stretched, feeling his muscles relax a little and his bones click into place. While wheeling himself back to his desk.
"Better?" You asked with a smile, while looking over his shoulder.
Martine walked in, frowning as she watched you hug Morbius from behind. You paid no attention to her, only watching Morbius fill viles with his new cure. Containing vampire-bat DNA. It passed the animal trials, therefore he was going to take his research to the next level.
"Don't do this" whispering your plea into his ear, "it's dangerous. Highly experimental. Don't forget illegal." You hugged him tighter, feeling his bony frame.
"Y/N. You of all people should know how important this is to me."
"I have a bad feeling about this, Morbius.-"
"Everything is ready, Michael."
You glanced up at Martine with a narrowed stare. Straightening your posture, while Morbius collected his equipment.
A sickening feeling twisted in your gut, as Martine assisted him. Placing viles, containers. mixtures within a padded brief case. Computer work being saved onto a coded thumb-drive.
You grabbed Martine's hand, pulling her away from the desk. "If you cared about him, you wouldn't let him do this."
She scoffed at your plea, "if you cared about him! You'll understand why he needs to do this!"
"This is wrong. Something's not right"
"That's not your decision to make!"
Martine pushed you away, as she snatched the briefcase out of Morbius' hands. Allowing him to get a better grip on his crutches, which supported his weight, as he stood up.
"Ladies, I'm right here."
Morbius took a breath before looking at you. His course expression softening, as you gazed at him with a saddened face.
You knew more than anyone how important his research was. Throughout the years you've known him, you've watched this rare decease slowly kill him. Affecting his daily routine, despite how hard he pushed through.
But you just couldn't shake off this bad feeling in your gut. it twisted and turned your insides to a sickening point. Something was wrong.
Morbius could see that something plagued on your mind, reaching a unsteady hand towards your cheek. As Martine quickly wrapped an arm around his waist, attempting to support him better. He placed a gentle hand upon your cheek, stroking his thumb against your smooth skin.
"How about this? I'll leave with a promise." He cooed, "Not only to return better and cured. But we'll do anything you want! Go Anywhere!"
Placing a hand over his, trying to smile through the tears. "But we can do that now. Let's go to the movies. Go out for dinner. You're my best friend!... I don't want to lose you."
Martine turned up her nose and slowly pulled Morbius away from you. With a heavy heart, you watched them leave. Only to stand alone within the lab...
"Police are baffled with today's mystery crime scene. Eight bodies dead, and one female in hospital in a stable condition. From a ship which drifted to shore. Reports say the victims were attacked and drained of their blood. More detail's at tonight's six o'clock news."
Coffee no longer settled your nerves. And the news certainly didn't help with the overthinking. You haven't heard, nor seen Morbius in days. You visited Martine in hospital, but she didn't shred any light on the situation.
At first, Martine didn't say much. Just simply complained about the hospital food, or changed the subject whenever you asked what happened. Sometimes she even remained completely silent. But soon, she refused visits and contact from you altogether. Doctor's refusing you entrance due to your last visit...
"Where is he?" your narrowed glare watched her eat some jelly, while Martine just complained about it. "What happened?"
"With private care and state of the art hospital. You'd think they'll provide better food."
Snatching the jelly tub from Martine, she finally met your stare. "Where is Morbius?!"
"Bullshit! It's all over the news Martine! He's not at work, nor along the dead bodies!"
"I don't know where he is!"
"You should of listened to me! He's gone because of you!-"
"You're not a doctor! If he'd listened to you, he'll be dead because of it!"
Her remark hurt you more than you showed. Finally falling silent, Martine gazed at you. Her expression a mixture of sadness and annoyance. "Michael was in pain and dying every day!. Do you really think he cared about your love for him? Or did you believe he'll drop everything, thinking such a stupid thing could keep him going?."
Martine sat up, frowning as she snatched the jelly tub out of your hands. "Michael chose and wanted me! I was there during his important break through in his research!"
Tears rolled down your cheek, "and look what happened... He's missing and you're in hospital. I may not be a doctor, but all this could of been avoided, if you just listened..."
You shook the convocation out of your head, attempting to try and focus to get to work. Rain and wind swept through the streets, drenching your hair and face. The attempt of adjusting your fur-lined coat, and knitted scarf didn't do much. Droplets chilled you as they ran down the gap between your coat collar and skin. The only relief given, when you entered into the reception. Tapping your ID badge and showing it to the security guard.
Taking the lift to the third floor, sneaking through the halls which lead to Morbius' personal lab. Although you worked at the company, security only allowed you in, only if he was there. Y'know, Morbius being your boss and all.
Softly closing the glass doors as you quietly entered the lab. Strangely the soft white glow of the ceiling lights, lit up the labs- despite Morbius' absence. The bats continued to fly in their upward and downward, circular motion within their glass cylinder prison. Placing your bag upon his desk, what came to your sights confused you even more. Your eyes looking at the mess- knowing fair well it wasn't as the same as before. In fact, it wasn't even anything related to any of his medical research.
Instead, sketches of vampires from classic literature, multiple of opened books, exposing the lore of the creatures of the night.
"What... is this?" a mutter left you, as you picked up a piece of paper. Silently brief reading the 'Dracula' tale.
You were dumfounded and completely confused. "Who's been using Morbius' lab? And why this topic?.-"
A familiar voice froze you still. No... it can't be... You felt a gentle stare upon your back, and slow footsteps approaching you. Remaining frozen, the owner of the voice circled and faced you.
Your breath got stuck in your throat, the paper falling out of your hand, as your shocked stare fell onto the man which stood before you.
His gentle expression of concern gazed at you, while he remained speechless. Allowing you to process the view in front of you.
He stood steadily on his own two feet, not a wobble or quake in his legs. Morbius slouched a little-like he was somehow trying to make himself appear smaller. Less threatening? Maybe.
Although his button-up shirt was loose, you could still see the muscle definition that he certainly didn't have before. Anyone else would of mistaken him for a athlete in training. Even his hair seemed less greasy, as it was tied into a man-bun, with a few strains framing his face. You reached out to touch his face, Morbius welcomed your gentle touch and slightly leaned into your palm. He was warm, and had colour to his face.
Tears reached your watery eyes, "where have you been? I-I've been worried sick! Do you have any idea of how scared, and worried I've been?."
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. But right now, it isn't safe for you here.-"
"You need to leave. Stay home!-"
You pulled away from him. Tears streaming down your face, as a frown remained on your lips. "What kind of apology is that? I've been lost and alone without you! Martine barely spoke, nor explained what happened! And on top, I see you for less than ten seconds, and I'm supposed to just leave?!."
Morbius bit his lip, "Y/N... I understand, and I'm so sorry to be the cause of your pain. And I promise I'll explain everything at another time. Please leave. It's not safe for you here!"
"No! I'm not going anywhere!-"
Taking another step backwards, as shock and fear flashed across your face. His brief expression of anger and twisted features, slowly relaxed as sadness washed over Morbius. He looked away from you, as he leaned on the desk. Your eyes widened as a realization hit you hard.
"You've become a vampire."
A heavy sigh left him, "yes... as I predicted my 'cure' worked. As you can see I'm fitter, stronger, healthier than I've ever been. But... as you predicted... something went wrong."
"This is the side effect.?"
Morbius nodded. "Including... the need to consume human blood. I've tried to get by on my artificial blood, but it only works for a few hours. And even that is dwindling."
He looked at you, "I am so sorry, Y/N. For everything. Not contacting you so you didn't worry, and leaving you scared. And worse of all... I'm sorry for not listening to you, when you tried to warn me. I should of taken you more seriously."
You sheepishly smiled, "well... I'm not a doctor, so... can't really make decisions based on 'gut feeling'.-"
Hurt softened his expression, "Did Martine say that to you?"
Your silence told him everything.
"Y/N. You are the most valuable person within this whole building! You may not be a doctor, but you're worth more than that to me! You're... important to me. Always have been."
Morbius cradled your face, rubbing the tears away with his thumbs. "I-I'm... important to you? Then... why didn't you show it?"
"I don't want you to give your heart to a dying man, Y/N. Our lives together would of been short. And now... it hurts even more, cause I can't let you give your heart to a monster-"
You silenced him with a tender kiss. Arms slowly wrapping around his neck, as Morbius' hands slid down to your waist and cradled you in a gentle embrace.
Breaking apart from the slow passion of his lips against yours. You smiled sweetly, "I will always give my heart to you. No matter what you say. I'll never leave, nor stop loving you."
