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“Don’t sit near me,” he says, trying to back away, but there’s literally nowhere to go. “You’ll get infected just like me, ZoZo, and I’d hate that.”
“I’ll be fine,” I reassure him.
“But if you do get sick, then maybe Zohar will come back and heal us both!”
“Don’t sound so excited,” I say, still laughing. He lets out a whine, and I pat his leg, offering the very limited comfort that I can.
“My head hurts,” he moans, nestling into me.
“Pass your hand,” I command.
“I thought you couldn’t heal me,” he says, and it sounds like a bit of an accusation.
“I can’t,” I reply. “But I can help you feel better. Even just for a little while.”
“I refuse to let you use your magicae to make me feel better,” Ryes says, shaking his head. “No. I’ll just sit here and suffer until Zohar is back. Hopefully, he doesn’t die before he heals me.”
My breath catches in my throat, worry for Zohar taking priority over how Ryes is feeling.
“That isnotfair,” he whines.
“Fucking hell. Ellie baby, just heal him,” Mael calls from the kitchen. I can’t see him, but clearly, he can hear us anyway. “He’s being a whiny fuck, and it’s driving me crazy.”
“I’m not whiny,” Ryes snaps, glaring at the area Mael would be. I hate seeing him this way. The scratchiness of his throat is making his voice hoarse, and he genuinely seems like he’s in pain. “I’m in pain. I’m allowed to whine. It’s different.”
“It’s his own fault,” Mael says, banging around in the kitchen.
“How did you even get sick?” I ask because Mael’s words cause me to think deeper about this. “I didn’t realise that we could get sick.”
His eyebrows fly up, and he looks at me weirdly. “Of course, we can. We can get really sick, too. That’s why we have healers.”
“Which you’re refusing to go see.”
“Well, Zohar’s busy and Eirik is a useless fuck who can’t heal me. I’m not going to beg the lower-class healers to help me.”
I roll my eyes. “The lower class?”
“They’re just not as good, ZoZo. I’d rather wait for Zohar to come back and heal me properly than risk getting worse.”
“Maybe you deserve to be sick for a little bit,” I say, and he groans.
“Don’t say that,” he moans. “Then Zohar won’t heal me. He’ll be like, Zoe says you need to learn a lesson, so go fuck yourself.”
That doesn’t sound like Zohar at all. But there’s no point arguing that. Instead, I say, “You’re being a bit rude about the other healers.”
“I’m sorry,” he whines, and then his cute little pout appears. “I’m sick and my brain is broken. Forgive me.”
“I’m sorry,” I echo, squeezing his hand. “Let me help you.”
“Don’t you dare waste your magicae on him,” Mael says, coming through from the kitchen. He’s wearing a pair of joggers with a hoodie, and bright pink socks on his feet. His hair is freshly washed, and he’s got cream underneath his eyes. He’s got two mugs of tea, and a tray of biscuits that he places on the coffee table before grinning at me, showing off his pearly whites. “Come sit, Ellie baby. It’s time for snacks.”
“Did you get me some tea?” Ryes asks hopefully.
“No.”
I snort before gasping when they both turn to me. Mael in amusement, and Ryes in pure shock.
“You laughed at my suffering,” Ryes says, and I duck my head as Mael bursts into laughter. “I’m laying here, dying, and you’re laughing.”
