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Finan closes his eyes tight as another wave of pain and nausea hits him. His skin is flushed and a sheen of sweat coats him. He hopes it means his fever has finally broken for good. It keeps coming and going and leaving him exhausted. It’s been days, he thinks. Maybe months. He’s not sure. He feels like death and he just wants to sleep for a week to recover from being sick. He feels a hand on his forehead and he pushes it away. “M’fine.” He mumbles and groans, the tiny movement has his head reeling.
Sihtric smiles and shakes his head as he touches the man’s forehead again. “Stop it, Fin.”
“How is he?” Uhtred asks as he steps into the room.
Finan huffs out a haggard breath. “Jus’ said I’m fine!” He snaps as he glares up at the two men hovering over him.
“You hush.” Uhtred says dismissively, waving his hand. “I’m not talking to you.”
Sihtric smiles as he looks up at Uhtred. “He’s still warm but I think his fever broke.”
Uhtred frowns. “That’s good, right?”
Sihtric rolls his eyes and nods. “Yes, Uhtred. It’s good. Very good.”
“Good.” Uhtred nods and looks down at the sick man. “Love you, Fin. Need you to get better.” He says before turning.
“Wait!” Finan grabs the man’s hand before he can retreat. “Where uh… where ye goin’?”
“Just outside.” Uhtred answers.
“Don’t uh… leave me.” Finan says softly, his voice breaking.
Uhtred frowns as he turns around and steps closer to the bed. “What?”
“Please.” Finan says. “Stay wit’ me.”
Sihtric frowns as he leans closer, reading into the sick man’s words. He touches Finan’s cheek gently and shakes his head. “Sweetheart, we won’t leave you because you’re sick.”
Uhtred’s eyes widen as he sits down on the edge of the bed beside Sihtric. “Fin, do you really think that?”
Finan dips his head, not answering Uhtred. His gaze shifts to Sihtric. “Ye promise?”
Sihtric nods as he grabs Uhtred’s hand and smiles. “Forever, Fin.”
Uhtred nods. “Yeah, Fin. Forever.”
Finan sighs. “Stay with me.” He repeats.
“Okay.” Sihtric smiles.
Uhtred clenches his jaw as he pulls his hands away from both men. He stands up quickly and holds up his hands as both turn to look at him. “Yeah… I swear I will… but I have to piss. I’ll be right back.”
“Stay!” Finan pleads dramatically.
“Okay!” Uhtred snaps, backing towards the door. “After I piss!”
“Promise?”
“Fucking hel, Fin!” Uhtred throws up his arms dramatically as he stomps across the room towards the door. “You’re just a little sick! You aren’t dying! I’ll be right back!” He hisses as he ducks outside.
Sihtric smiles. “Love you.”
“Stay!”