"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 to let

shot him

didn't say anything, just walked straight into the

hand, felt utterly downcast. Great, first branded a troublemaker, and now caught in

by Alaric's bedside, asking, "What's

and saw Lydia, he was shocked. "Lydia! Dr. Funke's apprentice! Ethan, you actually

you?" Lydia wasn't interested in anything beyond his

I can't eat..." After a day

like he had seen a lifeline and was eager to explain his

thermometer out of her medical bag and handed it

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

needing heart

heart problem, right?"

a girl, not from

a disdainful glance, "I'm talking to

clamped his mouth shut, not uttering another

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