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“Uuuuggggh, gonna die,” Buck moaned, burying himself further under the covers.
“You’re not going to die,” sassed Eddie. “It’s just a viral infection.”
“No, Eddie. You don’t understand. This is what kills me.”
Buck did look quite pitiful. Flushed, droopy eyes, tissue permanently in hand. Eddie set the cup of tea on the nightstand and reached for Buck’s forehead to assess his fever.
“Buck, you’ve literally died before. You’ve had umpteen concussions and broken a good third of the bones in your body. This isn’t even Covid, it’s just a cold. You will live.”
“No, no, I won’t.” Buck’s energy was flagging, his voice starting to trail off. “I can survive lightning. I can’t survive this.”
Eddie sighed