The room was incredibly stuffy. at least that's what you thought. Scaramouche stood next to your bed, again filling the medicine into a special lid, muttering under his breath: “not a sister, but sheer torment.. you should have gone for a walk in the rain, here is the result.. we are sick. The temperature has not subsided for 3 days. 3!. ." but you weren't really listening

"Open your mouth." Scaramouche said sternly, finally turning to you.