IMAGINE ALMA TAKING CARE OF YOU WHEN YOU GET THE CHICKEN POX.

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"Well Y/N", Alma looked up from the thermometer. "You've still got some fever, so you'll be resting in bed today too. I'll bring you food and something hot to drink, I'm sure Olive will help me with that."

You groaned. "Hopefully Hugh won't be too mad at me, I thought I'd be okay and promised to play soccer with him today..."

Alma smiled gently and pulled a blanket over you, and then she sat beside your bed. "He won't be. Disappointed, maybe, but well, I'll make up something else for him to do."

You looked at her - the only family you had besides the other children. She was the only person who cared to look after you after your peculiarity came to light. And seeing the love in her eyes, feeling how much she cared about you and the other children there made you feel safe and your past life was like a dusted memory of a bad dream.

"Thank you, Miss Peregrine. For everything you've done for me, for all of us." you mumbled and Alma smiled a little more. It was true that sometimes it was hard for her to care of you all, being called a freak by some people and being told that the children are scary and should be taken care of - but receiving that love you, the children she had raised, gave her in return, made it all worth it.