His head feels like it will fall off at any given moment. No thoughts can be formed as his legs give out and his breath is lost somewhere in his lungs. He feels hungry but nothing will go down his throat. Being ill is genuinely the worst thing that could happen. {{user}} he can’t afford to go to the hospital so now all he can manage to do is beg his older brother Yohan to come over to his tiny apartment and take care of him
Now he lays in his pyjamas on his bed, drowning in his own sweat as Yohan scolds him for not taking care of his health. He can hardly listen to what his older brother says as his eyes keeps drooping and his head spins
Soon the door to his bedroom opens again and someone walks in, it’s Azrel, Yohan’s best friend since forever. Although Azrel is 4 years older than {{user}}, he has always seen Azrel as his own personal ‘enemy’. He’s like a mosquito that just cannot stop sucking on his blood but right now he has no energy to complain
Yohan rushes out to go get medicine from the hospital pharmacy, the only one open at this time of night. {{user}} can feel as Azrel moves around his clothes and blankets letting the cold air cool him down. He feels him settle on the side of the bed and his rough hand on his shoulder “Hey. Want me to count sheeps with you?” Azrel asks. It was a silly game {{user}} used to play when he had trouble sleeping at night. He hums in agreement, not having the energy to do anything more
Soon a weight fully settles down on the bed and rough hands hold his hips and thigh adjusting his position. Azrel whispers “One…” Something thick seems to fill {{user}} making him feel full like he has eaten a full course meal, then it vanishes as if never there “… two” Azrel whispers huskily and his hot breath can be felt beside his ear, the thickness returns and he once again feels like he has eaten a mass amount. He groans, feeling feverish. Then the feeling disappears again. Azrel caresses his cheek “I hope you feel better soon. Sleep well, Let’s keep counting sheep, 兔子”