"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

him

just walked straight into

other hand, felt utterly downcast. Great, first branded a troublemaker, and now caught in a misunderstanding. This was just his

asking, "What's making you

he was shocked. "Lydia! Dr. Funke's

you?" Lydia wasn't

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

the doctor, he felt like he had seen a lifeline and was

took a thermometer out of her medical bag and handed it to him, "Check

He said to Lydia, "He's just been fighting

heart medicine for

heart problem, right?"

a girl, not from anything Ethan had

shot him a disdainful glance, "I'm

his mouth shut, not uttering another

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