Markus was shaking quite badly when Oliver picked him out of the barrel, dripping wet and cold. It was no wonder he was so sick, and that mixed with malnutrition, and his normal underweight being, that it had gotten so bad.
He could barely keep himself upright when he was set down, sagging slightly forward. “No..”, he mumbled quietly as reply. He couldn’t keep his eyes open. He was so tired.
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