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The only noise filtering into his ears was the gentle pounding against the window. The rain knocked at the glass getting louder, its scent wafting through the small crack in the window. The chill air that it carried with it caused the hair on his neck to bristle as it swept across his cheek, a shiver sent down his spine. It didn’t bring the hair out of his eyes or untangle it from the mess against his forehead, but it helped him feel at least a little cleaner, drying some of the sweat that had pooled on his skin.
They had left the express a little while ago, leaving him to rest quietly in his room alone. While the lack of noise was ding wonders for the persistent ache in his head and the lack of light let him close his eyes without pain, he missed them. At the least, he wished Himeko would briefly stop by the Express to see how he was doing, maybe chat with him a little. However, he knew that while she was alongside March and Caelus, she wouldn’t get the slimmest chance of slipping off.
He let out a sigh, and heard how faintly it echoed in his empty room. It was mostly drowned out by the rain, his loneliness lost to the frigid winds.
He didn’t think he’d fallen asleep until he was woken to a small gentle hand squeezing his and another larger, colder hand against his forehead. It seemed to hesitate before touching his burning skin, as if questioning whether it was appropriate, as if embarrassed or nervous. he only let a relieved sigh out of his lips, before slowly drawing his eyes open.
“Hey, Welt,” someone whispered, the hand in his squeezing just a little tighter. her voice was soft and close to silent, yet still held a honey-sweet tone to it that took the strain out of his shoulders.
He couldn’t see who was speaking past the natural blur of his vision - his glasses had been taken off after he’d been taken and settled into bed - but with the familiar red hues and the shining gold accessories paired with a white dress? He knew he was talking to someone he trusted, someone he longed to see again, but he couldn’t think clearly enough to remember who, to remember a name. He just knew that the sweet voice he heard came from her, and that everything would be fine as long as she was there.
He heard a male voice, too – gentle and timid. His eyes gazed toward who had spoken – someone who wore blue, white and black, and whose hair (at least, he thought that’s what it was) was a silvery blue.
“He’s still burning up,” he quietly murmured, “Do you need any help with him?”
The red-white figure shook her head. Again, he could only assume.
His eyes struggled to stay open. Only the slightest moment of staying awake had drained him and made his muscles ache. It made his head pound, and the churning of his stomach worsen. Perhaps the only thing he could do was rest, was sleep.
The woman’s voice whispered to him again.
“Get some rest. I’ll be with you until the doctor arrives.”