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December 21st.
Wolfram sneezed cutely as he hid his mouth from view under the thick blankets Yuuri had placed on him a few hours ago. His nose and cheeks were both beat red and his eyes were glazed over tiredly. His throat was sore and his nose was stuffed and every time he put the blanket on himself, it was too hot before it became too cold.
Yuuri chuckled as Wolfram threw the blankets back for the fifth time that morning, revealing his summer pajamas that he had chosen to wear instead of his normal pink nightgown. The main difference between this had his winter nightwear, was that it was in two pieces. The top was a spaghetti string sleeved; pink tank top with lace lining it and pink ruffles going down the front. The top stretched down to cover half of the white shorts that tightened mid thigh before flowing out to touch his knees, pink lace lining the ends. Yuuri loved when he wore these pajamas simply because he got to see more of Wolfram's skin, but he was concerned at the same time, and wanted Wolfram to stay covered up.
Yuuri sighed and placed his hand on Wolfram's shoulder, urging him to lie back, and covered him up with the thick comforter. "Wolfie-baby, we've been over this before. You have to stay covered up or you'll never get any better."
"But Yuuri! It's hot!" Wolfram exclaimed, fidgeting uncomfortably under the covers that Yuuri had pulled up to his nose, coughing after he was done talking.
Yuuri sighed. "I know, Sweetheart, I know…" Yuuri quickly replaced Wolfram's icepack with another, colder one.
Yuuti was astounded by how sick Wolfram was. He, himself, hadn't been this sick when he had that little cold yesterday, so the high fever and heat flashes that Wolfram was experiencing were a little scary. He glanced at Wolfram worriedly from his place by his bedside.
"I think I'm going to get Gisela to look over you again. I'll be right back, Wolfie-baby. Will you be alright?" Yuuri sat on pins and needles waiting for Wolfram's answer.
"I'll be fine…" Wolfram answered sluggishly. "I feel…a little…sleepy…" Wolfram let out a big yawn and slid his eyes shut, his breath evening out.
Yuuri smiled at him and leaned in to kiss his forehead before quickly standing and heading towards Gisela's office…
"Will he be alright?" Yuuri asked Gisela as she worked on a herb concoction for Wolfram.
Gisela spared a smile and glance up from her work before she continued to grind the medicine together. "Oh he'll be fine, Your Majesty. He's always been like this. Whenever someone in the castle gets even the slightest cold, he gets it ten-times worse if he comes anywhere near them."
Yuuri sighed in relief. "So he'll be better soon?"
"Once he takes this, he will be. He should feel a lot better tomorrow; he may even be completely over it."
"Thank goodness…"
Wolfram was walking down the hallway…except, this time…there was something not quite right…
A fat man…with a white beard…is staring at him…
He looked to his right and then to his left, and saw the walls were oddly misshapen and laden with the image of the fat man, his jolly expression soon twisting into an evil sneer. Wolfram was terrified. He refused to move from his spot by the bedroom door.
"What are you, a wimp? Why won't you move, wimp?" The fat man smirked, openly mocking him.
"I am not a wimp!" Wolfram stammered and hesitantly took one step forward, only to find himself splayed in the ground…
"Wolfie-baby? Wolfram!" Yuuri's voice shouted, shaking his shoulders roughly. "Wake up!"
Wolfram gasped and sat up quickly, shouting a loud. "That rug's out to get me!!"
Does anyone else have strange dreams when they have a fever? I thought I'd sneak that little tidbit in since you guys enjoyed the Revenge of the Santa rug so much~!
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