Markus slept okay for an hour or so, which was pretty good for him. He did wake up from time to time, but never long enough that he was really aware of it. It did make getting rest harder though.
His sleep turned more troublesome, and he curled up more tightly, breaths wheezing slightly as he didn’t get enough air into himself.
“I do like tea.”, Markus murmured. He liked tea quite a bit, he liked the taste of most of them. He liked adding sugar or honey to them, but he knew that was expensive, so he didn’t mention it to Oliver.
He noticed when it was getting dark, since it was harder for him to see anything. He tried to look at Oliver still though, even when he could barely see him anymore in the dimming light, he didn’t really mind.
“Will you stay here with me?..”, he asked quietly, hoping. He felt better with Oliver close to him.
Markus reached over to Oliver, just so that his fingers graced Oliver’s arm. Just to make sure he was there. He fell asleep after a while, barely noticing Oliver turning onto his side before he was asleep. Arm still outstretched to Oliver, though not close enough to touch anymore.
It didn’t take long and Markus curled up onto his side, the cloth slipping from his forehead. He was facing Oliver.
“I do like tea.”, Markus murmured. He liked tea quite a bit, he liked the taste of most of them. He liked adding sugar or honey to them, but he knew that was expensive, so he didn’t mention it to Oliver.
He noticed when it was getting dark, since it was harder for him to see anything. He tried to look at Oliver still though, even when he could barely see him anymore in the dimming light, he didn’t really mind.
“Will you stay here with me?..”, he asked quietly, hoping. He felt better with Oliver close to him.Markus hummed lightly. Sleeping on the hard ground was still not good, but he was glad Oliver was going to stay with him. He didn’t fancy being alone and sleeping either, so it was nice to know Oliver was here.
“We should dampen the clothes again… before sleep.”, he mumbled. And he needed to sit up and drink his tea too.
“Will do.”, he murmured, sounding tired at even the suggestion of sleep. It was rare that he managed to rest well, considering that he would usually have to stay and keep watch whether he was alone or not. Being alone had become usual, though.
Oliver took the ripped fabric off of Markus’s ankles and forehead, dampening them again before placing them back. “Is that okay for you…?”
“Mhhm.”, Markus hummed softly and nodded. He scooted to the other edge of the bed carefully, inviting Oliver to lay down here with him. He was exhausted, from nothing but being sick. He hoped Oliver wouldn’t get sick too being close to him, but he didn’t think a fever was contagious. At least it was just a fever.
“Thank you.”, he said quietly. He was used to thanking people for doing things to him, and he wasn’t going to stop that just because of the circumstances.
“I do like tea.”, Markus murmured. He liked tea quite a bit, he liked the taste of most of them. He liked adding sugar or honey to them, but he knew that was expensive, so he didn’t mention it to Oliver.
He noticed when it was getting dark, since it was harder for him to see anything. He tried to look at Oliver still though, even when he could barely see him anymore in the dimming light, he didn’t really mind.
“Will you stay here with me?..”, he asked quietly, hoping. He felt better with Oliver close to him.
Markus hummed lightly. Sleeping on the hard ground was still not good, but he was glad Oliver was going to stay with him. He didn’t fancy being alone and sleeping either, so it was nice to know Oliver was here.
“We should dampen the clothes again… before sleep.”, he mumbled. And he needed to sit up and drink his tea too.
“I do like tea.”, Markus murmured. He liked tea quite a bit, he liked the taste of most of them. He liked adding sugar or honey to them, but he knew that was expensive, so he didn’t mention it to Oliver.
He noticed when it was getting dark, since it was harder for him to see anything. He tried to look at Oliver still though, even when he could barely see him anymore in the dimming light, he didn’t really mind.
“Will you stay here with me?..”, he asked quietly, hoping. He felt better with Oliver close to him.“… I would get you some, whatever tea you like, but I’m afraid I can’t do that. I’ve never even tried tea.”, he admitted. If he had a chance to treat both of them to some kind of higher lifestyle, maybe he would, but he wasn’t able to.
Oliver tilted his head and thought through his request. “I’m not going anywhere. If you meant that you want me to sleep there, with you, instead of on the floor… alright. I slept better with you last night.”
“It’s alright.. You can try the tea you made for me.”, Markus mumbled. He didn’t care if they shared a cup for something, and he felt like Oliver deserved to at least try the tea he made, since he bought it with his own money.
“I’d like that.”, he smiled lightly at Oliver. “I slept better with you too..”. He didn’t want him to sleep on the floor either, that was just uncomfortable and not very healthy for Oliver’s back either.
“I do like tea.”, Markus murmured. He liked tea quite a bit, he liked the taste of most of them. He liked adding sugar or honey to them, but he knew that was expensive, so he didn’t mention it to Oliver.
He noticed when it was getting dark, since it was harder for him to see anything. He tried to look at Oliver still though, even when he could barely see him anymore in the dimming light, he didn’t really mind.
“Will you stay here with me?..”, he asked quietly, hoping. He felt better with Oliver close to him.
“I just know… not to use boiling water..”, Markus mumbled softly. He managed to relax finally, the cool cloth on his forehead really nice. He hoped he’d be healthy again soon, though he knew it would take a few days at the very least.
“I don’t know… but.. probably not many..”. He knew it would just differ int aste if they used too much or too little, so they could just experiment.
Oliver nodded, taking the herbs out of the bag and pinching a small amount of each one into a cup. He had managed to heat up some of the water, but not enough to boil. He poured the water over the herbs and mixed it together.
“I guess you have to get the herbs out of it?”, he murmured, uncertain if he had made it correctly. “I’m sorry for not knowing what I’m doing.”
“I don’t know a lot either.”, Markus replied, chuckling softly. He could only tell from when he had tea, not how it was made.
“I think… you leave them in? But take them out.. before you actually drink it…”. The tea did have to cool some until he could drink it, so maybe they should just let the leafs stay inside of it until then.
“I just know… not to use boiling water..”, Markus mumbled softly. He managed to relax finally, the cool cloth on his forehead really nice. He hoped he’d be healthy again soon, though he knew it would take a few days at the very least.
“I don’t know… but.. probably not many..”. He knew it would just differ int aste if they used too much or too little, so they could just experiment.
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.
“Markus? I’ve bought what you need. If you want, I can put on the cloth now.”, Oliver informed him. He sounded worried for him, noticing that he seemed to have woken up in a panic. Perhaps cooling him down would help with his troubled sleep.
He sat down beside him, taking out the container of water that he had taken from the ship and soaking the torn strips of his shirt in it. “I’m not going anywhere now.”
Markus looked towards Oliver, glad to see him. He was safe. Oliver was here, so it meant he was safe, and not alone, and couldn’t be in danger.
“Thank you.”, he mumbled. He really appreciated Oliver’s help, that he was here with him. “I haven’t made tea myself before.”, he murmured, helping Oliver with the strips of cloths for his legs, before laying down onto his back.
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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