Fever

Koki lightly pressed the light switch in the room, and the room instantly brightened up. But what he saw made his heart sink – Shisui's cheeks were flushed like the morning sun, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his lips were tightly closed, as if he were immersed in some indescribable pain.

Koki immediately sensed that something was wrong. He quickly Earth Flow the bedside, squatted down, and gently reached out to touch Shisui's forehead.

A burning sensation came from her fingertips, and Koki's heart Shisui. Shisui was clearly running a fever!

What should we do?!

On a hot summer night, a gentle breeze, like the lingering warmth of daylight, arrives quietly, lightly brushing past the window frame and gently waking the sleeping curtains, causing them to sway slightly.

The room was dimly lit, casting dappled shadows through the swaying curtains.

On the bed, a figure lay quietly. It was Shisui. His eyes were closed, his brows were furrowed, his face was as pale as paper, and his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

The warm bedding was nowhere to be found, and the close-fitting pajamas were soaked with sweat.

Shisui had a fever; his body felt as if it were surrounded by flames, every inch of his skin felt as if it were being caressed by tongues of fire, unbearably hot.

Shisui was not a child who was prone to illness from a young age, and even when she did get sick, she could get through it on her own.

Tonight, however, he felt an unprecedented pain, as if due to the negligence he had shown after his emotional breakdown at dusk—the neglect of closing the window amidst his tears, allowing the night wind to rage for half the night, leading to this situation.

When the topic of crying came up, Shisui's thoughts involuntarily drifted back to Koki.

At this moment, his consciousness was like a broken string of pearls, teetering on the edge of lucidity and confusion, sometimes sinking into a bottomless coma, and sometimes being pulled back to reality by pain.

His heart pounded rapidly in his chest, each beat like a heavy hammer blow, making him feel incredibly uncomfortable.

Lying in bed, he felt weak in his limbs and had lost the strength to even lift his hands.

His lips were dry and cracked, and his throat felt like it was on fire. Despite his efforts to call for help, he could only let out weak sighs. His vision was blurred, and the scenery around him was reduced to hazy outlines; his hearing was also blurred, and he could only catch distant and indistinct sounds.

Shisui felt as if he had been thrown into an endless abyss of darkness, surrounded by complete silence, with only him enduring the torment of his illness. His heart was filled with helplessness and fear, and he didn't know when he would be able to escape this endless suffering.

His consciousness wavered amidst the scorching heat, sometimes lucid, sometimes in a daze. Every joint in his body ached, as if countless ants were gnawing at his bone marrow.

He tried to regulate his breathing, but each inhale felt like swallowing a ball of fire, burning his throat and lungs.

Shisui's brows furrowed, and his fingers unconsciously gripped the bedsheets, trying to find a sliver of comfort.

Some blurry images flashed through his mind —Koki, those once warm moments, now distant and blurred because of his illness.

Koki...

In the boundless darkness, disease threatened to engulf him like a tidal wave. Shisui's soul seemed imprisoned within his gradually cooling body. In his heart, a name shone like a star: Koki.

I miss him so much...

That unforgettable longing, like the brightest star in the night sky, drew his heart and soul, leaving him unable to control himself.

Koki...

That name was like a gentle spring breeze, dispelling the gloom in his heart.

Just when he was about to be completely consumed by the illness, he felt someone gently Earth Flow the room.

The man's footsteps were light and rhythmic, as if he were afraid of disturbing his rest.

Shisui struggled to wake from his deep dream. Through his blurry vision, he glimpsed Koki's shadow, like a phantom under the moonlight, both real and unreal.

In the blink of an eye, Koki turned around, seemingly about to vanish into the night like a shadow, disappearing from his world.

Shisui's heart clenched involuntarily, as if it had been lifted into his throat. The longing and fear made his chest feel as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer. He wanted to call out, to hold onto that departing figure, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he could only silently open and close his dry lips, unable to utter a sound.

"Don't go!" he cried out in his heart, his silent shout echoing in the quiet room. His eyes revealed a childlike, helpless plea, filled with fear of loneliness and dependence on Koki.

He didn't want to face the darkness and pain alone on that bed; he longed for Koki's company, just as he longed for the warmth of sunlight shining into his heart.

Don't go! Don't abandon him like you did this afternoon!

"Don't go!" he roared in his heart, the voice echoing within him but unable to reach the outside world. He tried to reach out his hands to touch the disappearing figure, but his arms seemed to be bound by invisible chains, unable to move.

Just when he was on the verge of despair, Koki's footsteps stopped. Her figure, as swift as the wind, seemed to sense the silent prayer deep within his heart and stopped beside him.

Koki's face was filled with worry and concern. He tiptoed Earth Flow the bed and gently touched Shisui's forehead with his fingertips.

Shisui could feel the coolness of Koki's palm, so pleasant, like a sweet spring flowing into his boiling body.

At that moment, in the chaotic darkness of the night, Shisui glimpsed a beam of light—it was Koki, a ray of light in this gloomy world.

Completely disregarding all the pain around her, Shisui smiled.

In the quiet room, Koki's voice was filled with anxiety and concern, "Shisui, are you alright?" His gaze was fixed on Shisui's slightly sickly smile, and a sense of unease welled up inside him, fearing that he had become delirious with fever.

Shisui's body swayed precariously in the wind like a reed under the onslaught of fever; his throat felt as if it were being scorched by flames, so dry it was suffocating.

"I... I'm... okay..." Shisui tried to speak, but his voice was hoarse and weak, like a whisper carried away by the wind in the desert.

His lips were dry and cracked, and each word he uttered seemed to require all his strength.

I was very happy; Shisui felt a deep sense of satisfaction.

Seeing this, Koki became even more uneasy. "Alright, alright, stop talking. You have a fever. I'll get you some water and some medicine. Just wait here for me."

Koki felt really bad when she heard Shisui's voice. Koki carefully pulled the blanket up for Shisui and quietly left, afraid of disturbing Shisui's peace.

Shisui nodded obediently, a satisfied smile in her eyes.