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It was still early.  They ordered a pizza and devoured it in a few minutes.
They brushed their teeth, and went to bed again.
They chose a movie that Wayo couldn't finish, because he fell asleep within half an hour.

Ming started to look at his 'Yo.
Almost without touching him, he stroked his hair, ran his face, and drew his lips.
Who would think that he would ever want to kiss him?
Wayo squirmed, growling in his sleep, and Ming walked away.

He put his hands behind his head, and lay down.  He soon fell asleep.

.........

Around 2 AM , Ming woke up very hot.  He uncovered, shook, and began to feel cold again.
He went back to bed, and there he realized that the heat came from Wayo.
He put his hand on his forehead.
It was boiling in fever.

Ran.
In the drawers he checked until he found a thermometer.  It took him.  38 degrees.
A little high.
He gave him a paracetamol, which the minor ingested, asleep and with complaints.

I'm looking for warm water, a clean rag to compress his forehead, and try to lower the temperature gradually.

As soon as he placed the first cloth, Wayo stirred.
- No, not water, no.
He held his arms until he stopped.
He tucked it in, adding another blanket, so he sweated and cleaned.

He changed the cloth.
Wayo began to rave.
- Give me, give me the spoon.
-What?" Ming laughed.
-Give it to me!" He muttered something unintelligible and continued- Phana says he liked it.  Haha.  No, no.
Bad bad.  I don't like it anymore.  He knows. No. Set the alarm.

He uncovered.  He kicked sheets and blankets.  Ming stepped back.
- Hot, how hot!
- What strength Yo-Yo! - He grabbed it, and covered again.
- Heat heat.  Ming, Ming, no water.

He changed the cloth again.
Wayo opened her eyes.
- Ming- reached out and touched his face.- Nice friend.  I love you
He grabbed his hand and lowered it.
- Yes, yes, stay still.
- I seriously love you.  Me Minmin.
- Yeah.  Stay Still.

Wayo closed his eyes.
- Shhh.  Don't say anything.  Shut.  Water, I want water.
Ming pulled him close, and he drank a little.
- Mmm.  Shh.  Don't speak.  It is secret, yes?
- Sleep 'Yo- he said as he took out the rag, dipped it, wrung it and put it on his forehead.
- No water.  Shh.  I really like Ming - the named looked at him - Phana no.  I like Ming.  Shh.  Secret.

Ming's eyes widened.  Wayo started snoring.  A smooth, even snore.

The major's heartbeat echoed in his ears.  He put his hand on his chest to calm himself, wondering:

- What did he say?

(9/04/2020)

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