you hadn’t seen Edgar in a handful of days. usually, it wasn’t like him to be completely MIA. usually a warning or something would leave his lips, but it’s been nothing but silence from him.

so, in your worry, you had made your way up to his room inside the manor. not bothering to knock, you slide yourself in through the crack of his door.

and there he is— in bed, flushed and breathing slow. sick. that’s what he was.