He groaned in his dream; of spilled blood and screams and raging fire persisting behind his eyelids.
The silver perm squeezed the soaked towel and laid the cool cloth upon the raven's forehead. His finger grazed fevered skin and hot breaths. The glistening sweat slid unforgivingly down the raven's temple.
The summer cicada chirped in annoyance, indicating that the humid summer had yet to end.
The barrack was empty of people. And there were no sign of anyone else present inside it. The echoes of the cicada along with his whimpers seemed loud in this wide space.
He woke from his delirium, and was surprised to find that he was not alone. The shadows of his dream made him panic for a split second, until he recognized the sway of silver and blue, and was comforted by a familiar voice.
They left him behind for a mission, he said. He was unluckily found out by the Gorilla for contracting a summer fever, he said.
He spout those things as if he were unlucky to have his hand caught red-handed inside the cookie jar.
The silver perm pushed down the figure that was impossibly trying to rise from the futon. He was met with a sluggish resistance but the patient soon relented, his strength was of no match to the healthy perm beside him.
Sleep. I'll be here, so sleep.
It was not the raven's nature to obey but the demand was a gentle coo that coaxed him into resting his eyes and soon, he found solace inside a dreamless sleep.
A/N: Something comforting to wrap up this fic. Unless I'm seriously struck by an inspiration, I won't update this fic again but still, thanks for all those who reviewed, favourited and followed! :D