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Elio felt bound to the bed like a prisoner, but he was also the judge that had to decide his own sentence, yet the attorney and prosecutor were in endless arguments with each other.
Dark clouds were threatening the sky outside and Elio was hoping they would pass like they came. The last thing he needed right was another storm. He felt nothing as he laid there unmoving.
There was a knock on the door behind him, and the person behind the door invited himself in.
“I made soup.” Caelum's voice filled the silence. Elio didn’t move, as the other man moved to take a seat next to him on the bed.
“You should eat something.” He put a comforting hand on his shoulder. Elio moved from laying on his side to laying on his back so he could look at Caelum properly. He had a somber expression on his face, yet he still smiled a weak smile.
Elio moved so he could sit upright, and accepted the bowl that was handed to him. He tried moving a spoonful of soup up to his mouth and was successful despite his hands shakiness.
They sat there taking in the quietness of the room, that was only being broken by the sound of the spoon hitting the bowl.
“We need to go to the store,” Caelum said. Elio hm’ed a reply.
“They say there is going to be a thunderstorm soon,” Elio suddenly lost his appetite.
“Do you want me to stay?”
“Please,” He begged, barely above a whisper.
Caelum took the not even half-eaten bowl out of Elio’s hand and put it on the nightstand. He then got into a more comfortable position on the bed, and pulled Elio closer to him. He had buried his face into Caelum's shoulder and then the tears began to fall. Caelum’s only indication of this were the quiet sniffs coming from Elio.
“Have you eaten anything?” a quiet voice asked.
“No, not today.” Caelum replied.
“You should eat something.” Elio said.
“No, not today.” Caelum repeated.
Elio was too tired to argue further about it and kept quiet.
“Do you want to sleep in my room tonight?” Caelum asked.
“That sounds nice.”