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His body temperature increased.
A dizzy takes control over his head, like in never ending of nightmare. Never stop chattering—in a wildness of his shaking body. A temperature shooked his throat, even his nose colored red—like an itchy never meet its end.
Ifa feels that way—feel heavy to breathe. He can’t think clearly of his job as his head felt excruciating pain.
No. It’s not a perfect time to think his job.
Even the last time when he was in his darkened nights, while no one else in clinic—that lingers of wind a like granted and blessed him. A vision, arrived at his worst.
Is it curse? Or he was seen by the gods?
A merely words of his shaking mouth—never stopped, delirious in his sleep. A tear flowed from his eyes—weeping.
“Or…oron…”
“It’s okay, Ifa. I’m still here—no one would leave you here.”
“Why…? Are you not even bothered by never stops of my delirious?”
“Does love cares need to be explained?”
”Huh, love…?”
He wiped his tears, gaze at his lover—who was struggling with his pain, a soft touch like silk flower—from a far nation named jade of glazed moon.
Ororon smiled at him.
At least—his smile makes Ifa for knowing he always at his side. Take care of his beloved vet—as most people needs him.
Yet who’s gonna take care of him?
A nightshade man covered him with his blanket, a medicine would cure his dizziness and a soft kiss would makes him an eternity of taste his love.
Incandescent of his light, shrouded him in perfect picture as the last seconds before his recovery, Ororon hugged him tightly.
Whispers to his ear, hope gods who watching him— would answered of nightshade man’s prayers
“Good night, Ifa. May tomorrow is your recovery day.”
A fever not like a cursed, was not even gods watching him neither winds. But this time—he is the only one—who witness his worst.