[He doesn't hear Lan Zhan come in through the pounding in his head and curled in his blanket as he is. Only when his voice enters the room does Wei Ying blink his eyes open, hazy gaze landing on him. His phone is still clutched in one hand though it's clear he'd dozed off the moment they stopped texting.
In person, it is much more difficult to hide his actual state and as is probably not that surprising, he's considerably worse off than he'd suggested. His cheeks are flushed red with fever though the rest of him is pale, and his eyes are glossy and blinking rapidly, as though he's having a hard time focusing.]
Lan Zhan? [His voice sounds rough and he flinches at the sound of it, clearing his throat as he pushes himself up into a seated position, one hand steadying himself against the bed frame as he goes. He doesn't open his mouth for the thermometer, instead fixing him with a vaguely confused gaze.]
You can just...leave everything. You shouldn't...I'll get you sick.
Always!
In person, it is much more difficult to hide his actual state and as is probably not that surprising, he's considerably worse off than he'd suggested. His cheeks are flushed red with fever though the rest of him is pale, and his eyes are glossy and blinking rapidly, as though he's having a hard time focusing.]
Lan Zhan? [His voice sounds rough and he flinches at the sound of it, clearing his throat as he pushes himself up into a seated position, one hand steadying himself against the bed frame as he goes. He doesn't open his mouth for the thermometer, instead fixing him with a vaguely confused gaze.]
You can just...leave everything. You shouldn't...I'll get you sick.