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[ Oria laughs a little and nuzzles the side of Sinclair's face. ]

Good! I'll always be here for you.

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[Sinclair hums with contentment, his brain too fuzzy and heavy to do much more than that]

Mm. I love you...

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I love you too.

[ Oria's gradually reaching his limit. It's really not a bother as he said, but he can't hold on for that much longer. ]

Do you feel better...?

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Mm...I do. Go back to sleep.

[He hadn't realised his dreams could be so disturbing to other people. But he feels calmer now, more settled, even if his head is fuzzy and it's now too hot and cold at the same time]

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[ Oria runs his fingers through Sinclair's hair in a soothing gesture to help him fall asleep. ]

Mm... sweet dreams.

[ And he falls asleep. ]

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[Sinclair listens to Oria's breathing for a little longer, letting himself drift off. His dreams this time are a lot less painful; just dreams of being shrunk down to a minature size and being carried around by Oria despite his protests.

When Oria wakes up, Sinclair is curled up beside him, his temperature higher than before, mumbling to himself and refusing to get up.]

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[ What a nightmare on its own... When Oria wakes, he smiles when he sees Sinclair (blurred yellow ball) beside him. He's really warm, which concerns him again, but at least he seems to be dreaming peacefully. It's good to be unaware sometimes. ]

Emil... you're warm.

[ This probably sounds heartwarming considering last night, but. ]

Like, seriously. You're too warm. Want me to call a doctor up here? There's one in the house.

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[Sinclair squirms a little, and reaches for the blankets to drag over his head. Huh? Oh. He's normal sized now...]

It's cold...

[Sinclair whines a little, shivering. His voice sounds a bit hoarse too]

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... You might be sick.

[ So, yup. He reaches for his cell phone to call the doctor up to his room. It doesn't take long for the doctor to get there, knocking before coming inside.

"Emil Sinclair, right? Let me have a moment of your time to get some vitals real quick, okay?"

He does not waste time. Oria sits on the bed and is willingly to assist if Sinclair suddenly flops over or something. ]

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[ Sinclair's temperature is sitting up around 104.5, but he's a pliable patient, opening his mouth to show his now swollen throat. Sinclair looks miserable and very much like he wants to flop back over in bed]

Everything's sore...

[ He's sulky. Was it the short time he spent with those kidnappers? His body finally deciding that since he stopped holding back his feelings , it was time to collapse??]

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[ After some simple examinations that can be done while the patient is on the bed...

"Ohh, dear. Looks like his immune system has worn out. I'll prescribe some medicine, but it needs to be taken with meals. Anything else, I'll pass onto the necessary people." ]

So, what you're saying is that I should nurse him back to he--

[ "Hell? Maybe if it's you, Oria." ]

Shut the fuck up, smartass doc.

[ The doctor laughs a little.

"But really. He'll need a lot of rest. Would you like us to contact your company, Sinclair? You've been staying here for many days, but I think they would appreciate knowing your status." ]

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[Sinclair squints a little, trying to work out why his company would be needed to be contacted. But he nods, burrowing deeper into the blankets once the examination is done and gives a small nod]

Ok. That'd be good...

[In case he needed to be called back early]

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[ The doctor smiles at them both, nods, and is now on his way out of the room to get all that settled. Oria huffs and goes to sit next to Sinclair again. ]

I'm glad that if this was inevitable, you got sick now instead of during work or something.

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[Sinclair gives another nod and then looks up at Oria with big, worried eyes]

Mm...I might get yelled at if I worked while sick...I wont get you sick too, will I?

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It's probably not contagious. Even if it is, we were in close contact a~ll last night anyway.

[ Oria smiles and ruffles Sinclair's hair. He's put the glasses on at some point. ]

If the doc told them stuff, your breakfast should be here any minute...

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[Sinclair leans into Oria's hand, reaching up to hold it]

Mm, 'm not hungry...

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[ Oria holds Sinclair's hand, only to lower it so that Sinclair doesn't have to use up too much strength holding his hand up. ]

You still have to eat or your stomach will eat itself~

[ Well.

With the timing, a maid knocks on the door and enters with greek yogurt with fruits and granola crunch. It's a portion made with Sinclair in mind. ]

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That doesn't make sense. [It does, but Sinclair wants to be whiny today. He sits up again, frowning...ah. Food.

Well, now that it's here, he has to eat it.]

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Here.

[ Oria takes the bowl, scoops a spoonful, and holds it out to Sinclair. ]

Say ahhh~

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[Sinclair looks at the spoon and his cheeks redden, but it has nothing to do with the fever. He opens his mouth obediently]

Ahh...?

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[ Oria feeds Sinclair gently so that he doesn't choke on the spoon. ]

Good boy.

[ Oria looks a little smug as he feeds him again. ]

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Don't make me sound like a dog...

[But still, Sinclair eats dutifully. It's nicer when Oria is feeding him]

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Sorry, sorry.

[ Oria continues to feed Sinclair until there's nothing left. ]

We should at least get you to sit up on the bed while you rest... let me make an incline with pillows.

[ So he puts the empty bowl down and goes to make a comfortable backrest for Sinclair that is made of several pillows. ]

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[Sinclair lets Oria settle him, too groggy and achey to protest. He likes this pampering...He turns away to cover his mouth and muffle some chest rattling coughs]

Thanks...

[Ughhhh he hates being sick]

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[ Oria smiles and ruffles Sinclair's fluffy hair. Speaking of which, Oria still hasn't done his morning routine yet. ]

You must have really mentally overworked yourself.