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Chapter 25

"Nah y'all are just flat-out flirting right now. In front of me no less. Have some shame and get a room," Carlos grimaced at the two of you.

"Now the real question would be, why were you pretending to be asleep?" you mocked his facial expressions.
"You put yourself in this situation, deal with it," you wave a dismissive hand at him.

"Aren't you shameless?"

"That's funny coming from you considering you asked the poor guy to go out half-naked. I ain't hearing your bullshit, Carlos,"

"I was curious about what he looked like too," He responded, pointing at König who was now putting his mask back on and avoiding eye contact with the both of you.

"I gotta say, you look good man. No wonder she likes you," he wiggled his eyebrows at the both of you, and you grabbed one of the Jenga bricks and threw it at him, hitting him square in the face.

"You need to learn how to shut up sometim- ACHOO -sometimes," you put your face in your elbow as you sneezed half sentence.

"Did you catch a cold or something? Bless you," he said as you sniffled. König handed you a tissue before he leaned back on his arms.

"Thanks, and maybe, I don't know." you shrugged as you took the tissue from König.

"Since you are awake, how about we play? All three of us?" you smiled at Carlos, who looked horrified.

"No thanks, I choose life. And you should too König." he exclaimed before looking at König.

"Her to-do list was more... Decent than yours what do you mean?" he chuckled at Carlos, and you gave him a triumphant smile.

"The answer is still no, I won't play. And also you should get some rest, your voice is a bit hoarse. I don't want you to get sick." he walked up to you and put a hand on your forehead.
"See, your face is hot. Go sleep,"

"gO sLeEp. Gee okay dad," you smacked his hand away as you mocked him, but you knew deep down that he was right. Your throat was starting to hurt too much for comfort, and you have been sneezing ever since you came back.

"I'm going to sleep, don't do some weird shit when I'm out. Good night you two," you sighed as you got up.

"Says the weird one who was flirting with the poor ma- OUCH," he held his face as another brick flew at him. You exited the room while giving him a middle finger.

That night your chest felt extremely heavy, and it was very hard to breathe. So you ended up barely getting any sleep, and you woke up the next day sweating bullets.

"So much for not getting sick..."

You put a hand to your throbbing temple, rubbing it in a way to relieve some pain. Your throat was dry and your nose was stuffy, which made your eyes teary.

You laid back in bed, putting your arm over your head to prevent the light from seeping through your eyelids. You heard a quick knock on the door before Carlos came in.

"So much for not getting sick eh? Your face is red," you hummed in response, too tired to talk. A wet cold thing made contact with your left cheek, and you jolted up, almost knocking Carlos over.

"What the fuck? This isn't the time for pranks Carlos, let me be," your voice was hoarse and it felt like the words were barely coming out of your throat.

"I'm not pranking you stupid, it's to help with your fever," he tsked as he pushed you down and made you put the cold towels on your face.

"König went out to get you some medicine, I will make you something to eat so rest up." he put a tissue box next to you before leaving. You let out a shaky breath, the throbbing pain increasing with every breath you take.

You spent the rest of the day in bed, barely able to move or do anything. Even eating was difficult because your throat was hurting. Carlos slept on the ground next to you, despite your protests to get him out so you won't get him sick. It all fell on deaf ears because he wouldn't hear it.

"Can you imagine the beating I'm gonna get from dad if you die before me? I would rather get sick and die before you," was his response.

The same response you got every time you got sick, and sometimes you didn't know whether he was joking or not. It didn't matter, because if anything you would rather die with him.

The next day was slightly better, your fever went down by a bit, but your nose was still runny and your throat was still hurting. It got better thanks to the medicine König brought, and the honey tea Carlos made you drink.

Speaking of him, it seemed like he was spending more and more time outside the lodging. Sometimes coming late in the evening after being out from after dawn. You weren't sure if it was because he had something to do, or just didn't wish to be in the same place as someone who was sick. Maybe he has a fear of germs or something, but that didn't stop him from talking to Carlos. It felt like there was something going on and they didn't want you to know because they always spoke in hushed tones.