[The soothing cloth across his face is a balm and his eyes flutter closed of their own accord, a relieved sigh escaping his lips. He's been feeling under the weather for days now, though he'd been hoping it would pass without truly settling in. Instead, yesterday morning he'd woken in a fog, vision spinning and head heavy with impending fever. He didn't have student teaching that day thankfully, but he'd dutifully poured over his thesis for several hours and completed editing several student papers for his side job.
By the time the afternoon rolled around, the fever had set in and he was being plagued by the beginnings of a cough. He doesn't actually remember much of what happened after that. At some point he'd crawled into bed early and just stayed there. He doesn't think he had dinner. Definitely didn't have breakfast. He isn't exactly hungry though. Mostly he wants to lie down and fade into any kind of peaceful oblivion that will ease the throbbing behind his eyes.
A gentle hand on his chin pulls him back to the present and his eyes slip back open as he instinctively leans into the comforting hold.]
You're too good to me, Lan Zhan. [And then] That feels nice.
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By the time the afternoon rolled around, the fever had set in and he was being plagued by the beginnings of a cough. He doesn't actually remember much of what happened after that. At some point he'd crawled into bed early and just stayed there. He doesn't think he had dinner. Definitely didn't have breakfast. He isn't exactly hungry though. Mostly he wants to lie down and fade into any kind of peaceful oblivion that will ease the throbbing behind his eyes.
A gentle hand on his chin pulls him back to the present and his eyes slip back open as he instinctively leans into the comforting hold.]
You're too good to me, Lan Zhan. [And then] That feels nice.