Fevered Whispers

Yes… warm.

Warm?

"Ugh… warm. Too warm…"

"Master? Master!"

Suddenly, Rocco realized something. Oh, right. I had a fever.

His entire body felt hot and flushed, and his vision began to blur as exhaustion took hold.

Of course, running around and crying like this while feverish would only make things worse, Rocco thought, lamenting his own foolishness.

As his consciousness faded, he surrendered to the pull of sleep, drifting off into a soothing, dark calm.

...

"You're so clumsy. You could make things a lot simpler," Feilu's voice remarked softly.

As Rocco teetered on the edge of sleep, gently rocked by the waves of drowsiness, the voice reached his ears.

His body felt heavy, his eyelids weighed down, and he lacked the strength to rise.

It was comforting to know that Feilu stayed by his side even after he drifted off.

Rocco wanted to thank him for his kindness, but his body refused to cooperate.