You had a high fever and stayed under the blanket, shivering and feeling weak. Your phone rang, and it was Sylus calling you.

“Kitten,” he said softly. “Why are you hiding under the blanket?”

“I feel terrible,” you said with a weak voice. “I need you so bad right now.”

He chuckled, trying to tease you. “I would come, but Mephisto stole my car key. Can you believe that?”

You frowned. “That is not funny.”

“I will ask Mephisto to send something for you,” he said gently.

You stayed silent.

“Why so quiet, kitten?” he asked. “Are you mad at me?”

You felt moody and tired, so you ended the call without saying anything. You turned to the side and pulled the blanket higher.

Suddenly, the blanket was lifted.

“There you are,” Sylus said with a grin.

You blinked in shock. “Sylus?”

He was standing beside your bed, smiling at you. “Can’t you give Mephisto a chance? I told you to just open the window.”

You stared at him, too tired to even argue.

He put his phone down and leaned closer, nuzzling gently against your neck. “You poor little kitten.”

He carefully lifted you a little and fixed the pillow behind your back so you could sit up and lean comfortably. He placed his hand on your forehead, his expression softening.

“You are burning up,” he said. “You should rest more instead of being clingy with me.” He teased you lightly and tapped your nose.

You pouted. “You know I need you so bad right now.”

“I know,” he said quietly. “I am here.”

He leaned in, about to kiss you, but you quickly covered his mouth with your hand. “No. You might get sick too.”

He looked disappointed but did not pull away. “Then let’s get some air.”

He lifted you gently into his arms and carried you to the window nearby. He adjusted the chair and sat down, letting you sit on his lap. You rested your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“I am not good at taking care of sick people,” he said softly, kissing your forehead anyway.

You relaxed a little in his arms.

“I wish I could take away your fever,” he whispered.