Markus almost fell as Oliver brought him out of the crowds, glad the other held onto him. He needed the support badly, sweat making his clothes cling to his skin.
He slowly stumbled along with Oliver, gaze on the ground. Breathing heavily, feeling weak in his very being. He could barely hold onto Oliver’s hand.
“Oli…”. Markus collapsed.The young man managed to catch him, holding him close to him as he picked him up. He didn’t know exactly what was wrong with him. He wasn’t a doctor. But he knew that he had to find them.
Oliver carried him to the clinic that he had seen, waiting for someone to see them. He didn’t let him go until he had to. “I’ll see you when it’s over, okay?”, he murmured, uncertain if Markus could hear him.
Markus was half-conscious when Oliver let go of him to instead lay on a bed or something alike. He couldn’t get himself to answer, or really look at him. Everything was really hard to do.
He was running a high fever, and there wasn’t a whole lot the doctors could do. They had a bit of medicine they could give him in hopes it would help, but other than that, resting, drinking a lot, and trying to cool him down was the only thing they could do. Traveling was out of the question for at least a few days, until Markus’ fever was going down.
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