SICK

The blue-eyed boy was lying still on the cot; his eyes were glassy due to the high fever that had been undermining his strength for the last twelve hours and his small hands were hugging his belly that was being tortured by frequent cramps for the same length of time.

His forehead was covered by tiny drops of sweat and from time to time, a fat drop dared to roll down and enter his eyes, making them itchy. His shoulder-length copper hair was damp due to the constant presence of the cold compresses that his nanny was using in order to lower his fever.

Lanike looked worried at her small charge, who would be six soon, sighed loudly and reassumed her prays to the gods asking for a speedy recovery.

She was also preoccupied not only for the little brunette but also for the blonde prince who had not left his friend's bedside since the moment Hephaestion had fallen sick.

The shorter boy had been holding his friend's hand in his while whispering in his ear all the things they would do together as soon as he was recovered while his mismatched eyes waited for a positive answer from heaven.