“Okay love.” He whispered pressing his lips to his temple and opening his arms to him. He didn’t know whether he wanted to be held or not so he left the option open.
Enyo rubbed his back slowly, trying to reassure him with soft whispers. He felt so guilty.
Markus decided not to move away from where he was, in case he had to throw up again. Leaning his head on his arms, them laying still on the edge. He didn’t like throwing up.
It didn’t take long and Edward arrived, quickly finding the two in the bathroom.
“What happened?”, he asked, worried, walking over to Markus and gently laying a hand onto his forehead. He was burning hot.
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