I know... you wouldn't do that.

[seekerofheart]

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[xth_gambler]

Don't tell the man who hasn't been sick in centuries not to be needy. He doesn't know how to deal with this.

"The last time I was ill, the realm of light was one world."

[seekerofheart]

"And it was probably one world full of unicorns or fying hippos, huh?"

Ehh...

"I'm sorry. It's fine, I'll stay."

[xth_gambler]

Well now he doesn't even want the company. Rould shoots the other man a dirty look before rolling onto his side and thus away from Isa. Clearly a dismissal from the sick man.

[seekerofheart]

Isa's family would've been ashamed of his lousy bedside manner right now if they were here to see this.

Meanwhile, Isa wonders whether he should give Rould some aspirin whenever the man wakes up.

It's true Luxord's probably never been sick. At least, Saïx's never seen him sick. So it must've been years.

Isa wonders how that must feel. After years... probably really vulnerable. Helpless.

Isa considers that maybe he should be gentler. The apparent dismissal doesn't bother him at all. Nothing would, from any friend who'd at a moment be feverish. That gives a lot of leeway, as Isa would then consider most of things said just fever talking, which, well, Rould might not be aware of.

"Sleep well."

And he plans on going to the apothecary once the other's actually asleep.

[xth_gambler]

Well, there is a kindness if the man is going off to get help. As it is, Rould soon falls asleep, once more drowning in his feverish dreams. Dreams of being trapped alone in the darkness. Fun.

And he won't wake for several hours.