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"Here, drink this," caretaker mutters after helping whumpee sit upright and holds a bottle of water to their lips. Whumpee luckily drinks a few sips before lying back down again, shivering under the blanket.
Brows furrowed, caretaker softly touches their forehead with the back of their hand. "That fever should have died down a little by now... How are you feeling?" They watch whumpee swallow and blink tiredly.
"N-not good," is all they manage to ask as they blink again, eyes apparently going in and out of focus. "Air," they add and fight against their heavy lids, begging to be closed. Their body is drenched in sweat, trying to regulate their temperature that is sti way too high.
"I will open the window," caretaker says and tries to ignore the stuttering heartbeat against their chest, worry punching them in the stomach, turning its fist to make it even worse. As whumpee shivers under their blankets, caretaker gets them a wet cloth to put on their forehead.
They can see the goosebumps on their flushed skin, strands of hair stuck to their sweaty forehead, which they brush away with careful fingers to put the cloth on their skin, hoping it will do something.
"Stay?", whumpee mumbles, fingers reaching out from under the blanket, which caretaker intertwines with their own. They nod and watch whumpee fall asleep, hopefully this time they aren't haunted by their feverish dreams and get some rest.