Enyo pressed the back of his hand to Markus’ cheek softly. “I’m here,” he whispered smiling softly. “Are you-” he was taken back, helping him sit up as he coughed. He rubbed his back muttering soft words of assurance.
He chewed the tips of his fingers anxiously waiting to be told what was wrong. He was scared for him.
“You’re running a high fever.”, Edward told Markus, giving him a glass of water. The king sipped on it lightly, nodding. That explained a lot of how he was feeling.
“Can you tell me how you feel? How your health has been?”, Edward continued, making Markus think for a moment.
“I didn’t get any food or water.. I feel weak, and sick, and not good.”, Markus mumbled, hiding in his waterglass. Edward hummed lightly and nodded. That all wasn’t good.
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