13~ |Fever|

At around midnight, an indistinct, trembling sound made the sharp-eared Oswin wake up. He sat up on the sofa and held his breath, focusing on the faint noise.

"Hmm... Cold, so cold."

Knowing he did not imagine things, he rushed to the bedroom. When he pushed the wooden door open—trying to be as quiet as he could—he saw Sean's body was trembling under the blanket with beads of sweat formed all over his face, especially in the area where his brows furrowed. His teeth clattered, murmuring the same words repeatedly in broken sentences.

Heading towards the bed, Oswin placed his hand on Sean's forehead and frowned once he realized the latter had a fever. With quick strides towards the bathroom, he took a basin, filled it with cold water, and grabbed a small towel before returning to sit on the be