Since the night I kept looking after Erhan was over, his condition had improved considerably.
He is not yet cured completely, but his high fever, which has been bothering him continuously, has improved a lot, thanks to my hard work and careful prescription of herbs.
“…Thank you.” (Erhan)
Erhan came to my room and said thank you in person while clearing his throat.
“I’m feeling much better.” (Erhan)
“Absolutely. Who do you think prescribed it.” (Lise)
“Weren’t you tired that day? Nursing me all night.” (Erhan)
“Well, it was hard indeed, keeping on injecting herbs infusion, observing the mana flow… changing the wet towels and… when you’re having a nightmare, holding your hand to calm down your raging mana discharge.” (Lise)
“But I slept well thanks to you. I’ve never had such a good night’s sleep.” (Erhan)
“A good night’s sleep is a necessary condition for health. Did you sleep well last night?” (Lise)
Erhan shook his head slowly.
“I want to sleep well again…. but I don’t want you to be exhausted because of me.” 9
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“Ah.”
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Likewise, it was Erhan’s room.
I was thirteen years old, and likewise, a thirteen years old Erhan was sleeping beside me.
“It must be just a silly dream…”
I tried to let go of the hand I was holding to go back to my room, but it won’t detach because of how strong his grip was, even if he was sleeping.
I wrestled and groaned on my own, and when I finally pulled out my hand and returned to my room, the hazy dream I had was all forgotten.