"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.

sight, he stepped aside to

Lydia passed him, she shot him a look

anything, just

first branded a

Alaric's bedside, asking, "What's making you feel

eyes and saw Lydia, he was shocked. "Lydia! Dr. Funke's apprentice!

chatter, what's actually wrong with you?" Lydia wasn't interested in anything

can't eat..." After a day and a night of

he felt like he had seen a lifeline and was

thermometer out of her medical bag and handed it to

Lydia, "He's just been fighting with Hertha, and then he

heart medicine for

heart problem, right?"

Alaric's sickness stemmed from a quarrel with a girl, not from anything

glance, "I'm talking to the

shut, not uttering

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