You've got a fever these days,sitting in the sofa with a running nose.
"You've sneezed 17 times since you woke up, sweetie. You might catch a cold."
Without any words, you just nod your head because your throat is aching so badly that it's hard for you to speak a single word.
You try hard to squeeze out four words"I want hot water."
Thomas goes to the kichen and boils some water for you.
Wrapping yourself in a thick flurry blanket and holding a cup of hot water make you feel dizzier.
You can hardly keep awake so you lean on Thomas.
He feels your temperature by dugging his forehead against yours.
"You're having a fever." Thomas lowers his voice and whispers in your ears.
His voice is like a Cello in a symphony orchestra, crooning the poem of nature, bringing the sounds of forests.
Thoams picks you up and walks to the bedroom, tucks you in and calls for his doctor.
After taking your temperature, the doctor gave sone medecine to Thomas, so that you can have a sound sleep.
Thomas just sits beside you and watches his lover sleeping.
A few minutes later, you begin to talk in your dream.
"When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, is true. Watson, keep this in mind."
Thomas smiled, "Yes Holmes. You've told me several times."
"Gotham City no longer needs me...Harvey Dent is the knight of Gotham."
"No, we need you." says Thomas.
Although he is wondering why you are changing the script so fast, he still matches your performance.
"No Grodon. Keep calm." You are sleeping so soundly.
"Harvey Dent have received huge amounts of threating letters. What will Gotham be like if he dies?" Thoms wants to kid you.
"If that happens...I'll come back...Because I'm Batman."
Finally, you keep quite and sleep soundly.
However, several hours later, you suddenly cried out, "No, Newt!"
Then you wake up crying and calling "Newt".
You have watched Maze Runner series thousands of times, but everytime you watch, you will always burst into tears.
Thomas holds you tightly and tries to comfort you, "It's all right, it's just a film, sweetie."
Thomas slaps you on the back gently and wipes away your tears.
"I'll always be there for you, so don't be afraid."
He looks at you, sincerely, just like making a vow at the wedding.
He has the starry night and the oceans in his eyes.
"God, let me drowned in his light brown eyes." you talk to yourself.
Thomas smiled, as sly as a fox."It's high time to take the medecine, sweetie."
"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"