Chapter 32: One

"Come on, let's get you changed.." 

This man over here has just finished his bowl of porridge, had already taken his medication, but yet to wipe off his sweat and change his dampened clothes. Tybalt is laid across his bed with eyes closed and the blanket covering his entire body.

"Get up, Ellis!" 

"No.. leave me be.." 

"Tybalt--"

"For Pete's sake, Lorien--"

He rolls over to the other side, pulling me in the process as my hand was holding onto the blanket for I was trying to get it off of him. Tybalt is sick and weak, but that does not really change the fact that he was a man and I, a girl. My small body atop of his, pressing down on him, while my face is surely just three inches away from his. 

The beating of my heart has increased its speed, while our eyes are locked and nobody dares to break the contact. As if doing so, is so wrong. But he did, Tybalt did. 

"Alright, alright!" He shouts, sitting up on