"C-coll," he stutters.
"Cold?"
The woman returns and wraps the blanket around him, then places a hand on his forehead. "I-it feels like he's burning up."
"You don't think... not a fever, is it?"
"Stop this stupid klunk at once," the other man, the asian one, says, rising from the table. "Get him in bed. Immediately."
The old man quickly wheels him to his room and lowers him into his bed, then sits down in the little chair beside him. The other two appear soon after.
"He's okay, right?" the younger one asks.
"I don't know. I think he's caught something."
The asian man frowns and approaches him. "Newt. You're going to sleep and recover. Understand?"
He blinks up at him.
He looks at the other man. "Do you have medicine for these symptoms?"
"Yeah, but I don't know if you can mix it with the stuff he's taking... not that it's really doing any good, but..."
"We'll figure it out. Come on."
They leave, and only the younger woman is left. "Please be alright, Newt," she says weakly, sitting down beside him. "I know... I'm not a child anymore, but... I don't want to lose you. You're my big brother. I love you, and so do Minho and Thomas and we don't want you to-to-" She breaks off and looks away guiltily. "Please. I'd tell the world my magician's secrets if I knew it meant you'd be okay. But because that won't ever happen..." A flower appears out of thin air. She places it next to his hand. "You did so much for us, and this is all I have to give back to you."
His fingers unconsciously curl around the stem. She gives him a wistful smile and kisses him on the forehead. "Love you, big bro."
But he cannot say the same in reply.
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He sleeps.
Every now and then he is awoken by someone lifting up various parts of his body. "Bedsores," he hears, but he doesn't know what it means.
He never talks to whoever is waking him up. He has no words anymore.
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There is blood when he coughs.
When the old man sees it, he announces to the other two that he's taking him to the hospital.
He finds himself once more in that stark-white room. He is too tired to care, though, and so he continues to sleep.
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Sometimes when he doesn't sleep, he seizes. His body trembles and he becomes temporarily blind. After it's over, his eyes dart around frantically, taking in the fearful, haggard faces of the old man, the asian man, and the young blonde girl.
Other times he finds it impossible to swallow, and someone puts something over his mouth until his throat opens up again.
But most of his waking hours are spent staring at the ceiling. He can feel the presence of at least one of the three people by his side at all times. They talk to him, read to him, hold his hand. But he cannot acknowledge them.
Even he is aware that he is close to dying.
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