Markus was half-asleep. He was twisting and turning, uncomfortably hot, but trying his hardest not to throw away the blanket. He didn’t waken from Oliver coming back, though he wasn’t asleep for a lot longer anyways.
He woke up with a slight start, taking deep hurried breaths. He hated nightmares, and he hated fever dreams as well. He was glad to be awake again, even if it was hard to feel okay.
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