"Oh man, Lydia might have gotten the wrong idea. This could be a huge misunderstanding," Ethan muttered to himself, feeling the weight of the situation.

He quickly called out to the room, "Alaric, man, you're sick, and I was just trying to help by getting a doctor. And now you're giving me grief?"

It was his roundabout way of clearing the air, stressing that Alaric's illness wasn't his doing.

"Ethan, come on, dude. I bust my butt every day for you, and you hit me with this cold talk. Have you got no heart for me anymore? Cough, cough..." Alaric, delirious from the fever, starving and miserable, had been lying in bed waiting for Ethan to come back for what felt like forever.

His feelings of neglect were mounting.

After years of being tight as brothers, Ethan wouldn't just leave him in the lurch, would he?

Thinking about their long-standing friendship only made him feel worse.

Alaric's heart was a wasteland of disappointment.

His words couldn't help but get a bit dramatic.

Ethan felt a wave of embarrassment. Alaric's accusations were getting more outrageous by the minute.

he stepped aside

passed him, she shot him a

anything, just walked straight

Great, first branded a troublemaker, and now

asking, "What's making you

Alaric opened his eyes and saw Lydia, he was shocked. "Lydia! Dr. Funke's apprentice! Ethan, you actually got her

with you?" Lydia wasn't

stomach's growling but I can't eat..." After a day and a night of fever, Alaric

he felt like he had seen a lifeline and

of her medical bag and handed

just been fighting with Hertha, and

needing heart medicine

heart problem, right?"

sure Lydia understood Alaric's sickness stemmed from a quarrel with a girl, not from anything Ethan

a disdainful glance, "I'm talking to

his mouth shut, not

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