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I fumbled and reached for the remote to the air conditioner and switched it off. It was incredibly hot, but it was making Anthony uncomfortable. Next, I made him lean forward, and I held him so that I could pull off the suit that he was wearing. For so odd reason, he had thought that wearing a suit would sohow make the eting seem formal. How much more formal could a strategic eting be? I huffed as I threw the offending thing at the corner of the room.

"Michael," I whispered again. He seed to hear what I was saying.

"What?" he groaned.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Do I look it?" I suppose that he hadn't lost his touch even when he was ill. I chuckled and mumbled a no.

"Can you open your eyes?" He just groaned again; I took that as a no. "What's wrong?" I whispered.

"My head... hurts," his voice grew raspy.

"I'll take care of you," I promised, surprising myself a little bit. He made this throat sound that I couldn't decipher. I tucked myself under his arm and held him in my grasp before I pulled him up on his feet. He was heavy, the good sort, but I knew that it was going to be difficult to transfer him to his room.

I could have called for Ethan, but sohow, I didn't feel the need to. I could do this myself without having to tell Ethan. He had backed out from the confrontation with Anthony, anyways.

I would have to ask him about that.

It was impressive that Anthony could hold his weight a bit. He had seed like he didn't have the strength to speak, but he tried his best to stay upright and act strong.

"Let your weight go. I can handle you," I told him. He let out a strangled chuckle and then went silent.

"Of course you can," he replied as we neared the stairs, but he made no move to put his entire weight on .

So much for trusting .

He's just trying to act strong.

Egotistical creature, that one.

It took us a few more minutes to manoeuvre ourselves on the stairs and reach his room. He huffed when I leaned away from him to open the door. His weight suddenly fell on , and my breath whooshed out of my lungs. His head was low and his breathing ca harsher. I cursed as I shuffled to the bed with him. I feared that he'd lean away from and he'd end up falling over.

Once I put him to bed, I rushed to his bathroom and wet his towel. I rushed back and dabbed it at his face until his forehead felt cooler to . He groaned every now and then, and it did things to . I didn't like seeing him weak. I had always supposed that seeing him weak would make feel powerful, but now, it made feel useless.

I slipped into the bed beside his head and re-positioned his head so that it was on my lap. I frowned as I looked at him try to roll over and snuggle into my stomach. I might have laughed, but it seed too intimate to . I supposed that he wasn't doing it consciously, so I didn't need to feel like I should shake him awake or ask him to move away. Hesitantly, I pressed my fingers to his temple and saw that his facial muscles relaxed minutely. Satisfied, I worked whatever magic I could conjure and tried to bring him as much relief as I could. Soon, he had fallen asleep, and I continued with my ministrations. I was drained in a few minutes, my arms ached and legs felt numb from the weight of his head. I tried to move away from him, but he wouldn't let . I chuckled as I manoeuvred my body to get away from him, but it was no use. His hands awkwardly encircled my waist and he turned his face and pressed it against my tummy.

I just used the word 'tummy.'

"Are you doing this on purpose?" I leaned down and whispered to him.

"No." His body shook as he laughed.

"Anthony," I said, trying my best to put up a stern voice.

"Michael..." he mumbled as if to correct . My brows scrunched together at first, but then I found myself smiling.

"Michael," I pleaded. "Let go." He snuggled closer and shook his head.

"I'm sick." He stated. "I'll not let you go." I groaned at his insistence and let it go.

I threaded my fingers through his hair and closed my eyes.

I might as well enjoy this while it lasts.

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