A medical Emergency
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The first morning
The house was quiet. The day started way too early. Olivar was sleeping in his room, ears draped flat across the pillow and against the bed's headrest. Now and then they twitched, followed by the twitching of the cotton tail. The pillow had a darker spot near his mouth where saliva was pooled together from the rabbit's mouth.
Clothing was strewn across the room. A shirt and shorts hung from the bed's rest. A pair of light-blue undies was on the floor next to the bed, and two pink socks sprawled across the little carpet next to the bed. Olivar's box with magazines was sprawled across the floor as well, with two of them on the bed. The rabbit clearly was reading them before falling asleep. At his age, the pile of magazines was a mixture of game magazines and some soft, naughty ones, nothing hardcore.
The door to the hallway was left open to keep some airflow, but overall the room was warm and humid, and it smelled of teenage rabbit.
Miles quietly approached Olivar's room. The AC was running full blast to combat the current wave of unbearable heat, which helped a little bit clearly not enough. The wolf's own clothes were abandoned around the living room, with their shorts and tank top across the back of the couch and their underwear thrown near the stairs.
As Miles got closer, the heat from Olivar's room hit them like a train. The wolf peaked in, and noticed the bunny on his bed snoozing. The blinds in his room were open, which made Miles frown.
"Oli... I thought I said to leave your blinds closed at this hour, since the heat gets so bad. It's like a sauna in here..."
Olivar didn't react immediately. It took the rabbit a few moments for Miles' voice to even register. Groggy, disoriented, and fazed, Olivar looked up and around and stared at Miles, barely registering what was going on.
"I......w..."
Before any more words could come out of the rabbit's mouth, Olivar threw up on the side of the bed, almost hitting his magazines and clothing that were lying there. As soon as the heaving stopped, Olivar started trembling on the bed, almost crying from the convulsive pain that his body had just produced.
"Whoa, whoa, hold on..." Miles said, immediately running in and picking up Olivar, lightly cradling him. They rushed down stairs and set the bunny gently on the couch, then ran into the kitchen and grabbed a bowl and a paper plate.
The bowl was set next to Olivar's head, and Miles began to fan him down with the paper plate in one hand, while gently rubbing his back with the other. "Olivar... You're burning up..." Their voice trembled, unsure of what was happening to him.
The air hitting his face made the bunny a bit more responsive. Looking around the room, confused, Olivar tried to say something, but produced only some slurred sounds. With much effort, he slowly lifted his paw and padded with his paw towards his neck.
Miles, if so inclined, would be able to spot a large, swollen spot in Olivar's neck. A small puncture wound at the center, oozing with a faint rancid stench. Olivar shook his head, then fumbled to the side, barely catching himself with his paws before just tumbling against Miles.
