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Chapter fourteen
Alaric awoke a few hours later that night. He wasn't sure what exactly had woken up until he heard the terrible screeching coming from the other side of the bed.
Damon's body was trembling. His hands were clinging to his own face, as if they had been glued to it for the rest of the eternity. Alaric shot out of bed and went around the bed, kneeling before Damon.
"What's wrong?" He asked gently, trying to pry Damon's hands off of his face. After a few seconds, he managed to achieve the task. He noticed that tears had welled up in Damon's eyes. Damon was still shaking though.
"Head hurts." Damon said sniffling. Alaric swept some of Damon's hair to the side and put his clammy hand on Damon's forehead.
"You're hot." Alaric said retrieving his hand.
"Gotta admit, that's not the first time I got that compliment thrown at me." Damon commented.
"How you manage to be your snarky self even when you're unwell is beyond me." Alaric said smiling.
"You love it." Damon said and winked. And then, then, Damon smiled. His smile wasn't the half-ass smirk he usually had on; it was genuine. His eyes were shining brightly. For several minutes, they stared at each other; their eyes speaking the words that they could not dare to allow themselves to say aloud.
When Alaric remembered how they got to this point, Alaric's smile fell within seconds and he whispered, "I think you have a fever, Damon."
"I'm going to go get a thermometer and some Tylenol. You want some blood?" He added.
Damon nodded, wiping his eyes. Alaric then helped him settle back in bed.
Leaving the room, Alaric thought back on Damon's comment. I do love it, God, do I love it.
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