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A fever raged

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Simon's eyes couldn't focus, and his breathing seemed off, but he couldn't figure how. His mouth felt like cotton and he stared at Kaito stupidly, barely recognizing who was before him. Sweat was dripping down his face, and the burning pain had dulled just enough for him to take comfort in the cold of kaito's hand against his head.

How long...?

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Simon closed his eyes as Kaito left. He couldn't quite figure out what was happening or why it was... but...

No. He blinked. He had to stay focused.

But... why?

No. He had to get up. Move. Something.

And pushing his way up the wall, he took a few hesitant steps toward the kitchen toward something, anything to drink.

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Simon grimaced when Kaito touched him, though his hand barely brushed the sore on his back, crumpling to the ground. He let out a whimper of pain.

"... hurts..." he can barely get the word past his lips. It sounds dry and it's almost painful for him to breathe it out.

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Simon reached out for the water, with shaking hands, but even he knew he wouldn't be able to take it on his own. This was pathetic.

He paused, finally. "... What's happening...?"

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Nothing had ever felt so good in Simon's life (though he failed a little), than drinking that water did. He closed his eyes and holy shit that was cold and

gone entirely too quickly. He frowned a little, but barely noticed it as the pain set back in. He stared blankly at Kaito for a few moments before he started shaking, ever so slightly.

"'m I gonna die?"

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"I-I c'n walk..." Even Simon knew that was a lie. "Y-you... don't gotta always take care of me..."

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"I always need it..." Simon struggled to try and take on as much of himself as he could. It was an effort mostly in vain.

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"'ll be okay. You don't gotta do this stuff." Guilt that had been buried deep in Simon's chest for a long time came up with the fever. His speech was slurred and he wasn't quite sure he was making sense, but he mumbled on, barely audible.

"I-I mean I gotta stand on my own... someday, right? N' if I keep doin' this, you're gonna get hurt n' 'm really tired n'... i unno what else but I gotta. n-n' I can too!"