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So this is how he's going to end. It's a rather lame end for a king. Not to mention dying at such a young age. He imagined it more like the death of old age, surrounded by children and grandchildren. Well, he had one child, but she's not in the castle at this moment.
He couldn't even imagine how sad Greta would be when she found out that her father had died. Poor kid, he hoped that Wolfram and everybody would take good care of her when he was gone.
But he still had so many things to do, as a teenager and as a king. Now he wouldn't live to see his team winning the championship and his kingdom living in peace with all other nations united. But, he hoped that at last, they would mention him when this would finally happen.
Maybe he should think about writing a testament. Usually, nobody his age would think about it, but he probably broke the record at how many humans wanted him to die. Not that he had many valuable things to left for someone. He could give Conrad his bats collections and…
„What are you doing, wimp?" Wolfram was standing next to his bed with his arms crossed before his chest. But Yuuri ignored him. He was busy dying.
With his right hand stretched before him, he was reaching to the ceiling, pretty sure that he saw the light at the end of a tunnel. Grandma, is that you?
His grandma was still alive.
„Stop fooling around and eat already. Your food will get cold." Wolfram finally lost his patience and grabbed his fiance's arm. He pulled him to a sitting position.
„Ouch, this is how you treat a terminally ill person?"
„What do you mean terminally? It's just a cold."
„You call this a cold?! I have such a high fever I'm seeing dead people now."
Right after he finished speaking, a hand rested on his forehead. Wolfram leaned closer to him and was looking at him with irritation. His palm was warm, and Yuuri had a feeling that it was making his fever even higher.
„This is high fever to you? You are really a wimp." He took the plate from the nightstand and sat down on the bed. „Anyway, eat already. Can you do it on your own?"
„I'm saying that I'm terminally ill. I can't even move my limbs." Yuuri turned his head away and puffed up. It would be nice if Wolfram would finally take into consideration his terrible condition.
„Is that so?" Wolfram sighed. It was like dealing with a small child. Even Greta behaved more maturely. „I will feed you then."
The blonde took the spoonful of the soup and moved it near Yuuri's mouth. Only then the double black had realized what was going on.
„No, wait! Now that I'm thinking about it, I'm actually fine. My arms are fine. I can eat on my own, so…"
„Shut up and eat."
It seemed like Wolfram might snap to anger any moment, so not having any more options – he didn't want to be ill and burned – the young king carried out the command. While eating, he was looking around the room, doing everything to not look at his fiance. They were doing it in silence, with the blonde slowly moving the spoon between the plate and the king's mouth.
When the meal seemed to finally come to an end, Yuuri looked at the ex prince's face.
„What? I'm the one ill, so how come you are all red?"
„I told you to shut up!" Wolfram jerked and then stood up. He took the plate and slammed the door behind him as he left.
After this, he dozed off for a while and woke up only when he felt a hand on his forehead. It moved slowly on his head, caressing his hairs delicately. Opening his eyes, Yuuri saw a pair of emerald ones looking and him softly.
„You didn't sleep?"
„Only a little." He yawned and made himself comfortable without getting up.
„How do you feel?" Wolfram whispered. He seemed calm now and maybe a little worried. It was reliving.
„I'm still on the verge of death." A blond brow twitched. Perhaps he shouldn't start this again. „How is everybody?"
„They fine. Gwendal was doing anything to prevent Gunter from storming here. Gisela told him that his presence would only make you feel worse, so he's wandering around the castle sobbing and murmuring something under his nose. It's a little creepy."
Yuuri imagined his advisor as a white lady ghost and smiled a little. He was also grateful to Gisela. He didn't want to end up being hugged and wailed over by Gunter.
„He will probably be even worse after my death… Ouch!" He rubbed his forehead, which was hit by Wolfram's hand.
„Don't say thing's like this." He sounded deadly serious now. „Even as a joke."
„I'm sorry."
Wolfram took his palm away and turned his back to him. „Even if it's just a cold, everyone is worried about you. So you should do your best to recover as fast as possible." He murmured, looking at his feet.
„You worried too?"
„Of course I'm! I'm your fiance!" He snapped and looked at him again.
„You're all red again." Yuuri chuckled and got a little up, supporting himself by an elbow.
„Speak about yourself." The blonde's ears were also red now, and he found his feet interesting again.
„Maybe you catch my cold?"
„I'm not a wimp who gets ill so easily."
„But you were ill recently, so maybe you have not recovered completely?"
„I'm not ill, and you know about it, so stop teasing me."
„You can treat it as revenge for calling me a wimp all the time."
Yuuri was fully sitting now, using pillows as support. He still remembered how flustered he was when his fiance was sick, and seeing as the situation turned around this time gave him some satisfaction. Also, they didn't talk about what happened when Wolfram was ill, and the double black considered that they would pretend that nothing happened. Because really, nothing much happened, just a couple of times, when they became too close. And this one time, when Wolfram needed to change his clothes.
It looked like his fever had gotten up again.
Could it be that the blonde remembered those things now, which is why he got a fever too?
Well, at last, he isn't like this idiot sitting over here in bed and didn't throw himself at him.
Why did I always end up doing something embarrassingly stupid?
But he felt strangely calm right now. Not panicking at all. Maybe it's because of sickness. Or the dread of death made him panicked enough.
Still, there wasn't much he was able to do now. He didn't feel brave and strong enough. So just putting a hand on Wolfram's one and squeezing it reassuringly must suffice until he would come to terms with himself.
„Don't worry. I will be well soon."