Enyo could relax a little more with Markus close to him. He closed his eyes, rubbing his back calmly. He eventually dozed off, pulling the blanket a little higher.
Markus woke up again after a few hours, feeling unwell. Very unwell. He scrambled out of Enyo’s arms and out the bed, stumbling to the bathroom, barely making it before throwing up.
He groaned, uncomfortable. He was hot, and cold. He was sweaty, his clothes sticking to him. He noticed he hadn’t even been changed, and he supposed he should bathe first and then wear his nightgown. He was dirty too.
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