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"█████, please be reasonable," he pleads at his friend's bedside, stomach twisting and aching as he watches his best friend curl up into a tiny ball of blankets and shivering body, wrecked by a violent bout of coughing yet again.
"You know they—the Cure is not to be wasted on," █████ rasps before wheezing through another cough that he muffles against his blankets. "On a mere cold. I've taken my medicine, I'll be fine."
Except that's the same thing he had said earlier in the afternoon when his fever hadn't been as scalding against ██'s skin when he pressed his hand to his friend's forehead. And his hands—oh, his hands, ██ knows how badly they must hurt from all the clutching at the bedding when the cold weather already makes them tremble and ache, twisting them into something █████ is ashamed of.
"This is not right," ██ says, and it feels like a verdict he settles with himself. I will make it right, is what he doesn't say when he picks up a robe to throw over his nightshirt.
"You try to get some sleep, I'll get you more tea, okay?" ██ whispers against █████'s sweaty temple. "I'll be back soon," ██ promises before sneaking out the door.
He does not come back.