Arcane Breath felt so heavy, due to the high fever he was currently experiencing. He didn't understand why he had fallen so ill, but one thing was certain. His head was killing him.
His body was also sweating profusely, soaking his bed. He opened his eyes, looking for Julian, but his husband was not near him at that moment.
"Julian," he called weakly, but Julian, who was with Donald at the time, couldn't hear him.
Even though he called him several times, his voice was so small that he was sure Julian couldn't hear him.
His throat felt so sore and dry, he wanted to drink some water, but his glass was empty. Since Julian still didn't come when he called him, Arcane forced himself to get out of bed and look for him.
"Julian, where are you?" While continuing to call him, he leaned his body against the wall and walked slowly with his trembling legs.
