Sick Scaramouche
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"No, I'm okay."
He protested as you tried to feed him the porridge you brought when you visited him. You were worried about his fever in the windy season like this. He was trying to convince you that he was okay and would recover very soon, but it had already been almost a week since he got that fever.
"Don't worry too much, I wouldn't die because of this stupid fever."
If only he knew how worried you were about his health.
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