#TINY VERSUS NOCTO

[liikeglitterandgcld]

"Noctis. Rest. You did well." Regis placed an ungloved hand on his son's feverish head, gently stroking Noctis's wet bangs. There was an attack. An attempted hit luckily it was forted; however, the attackers got in a lucky shot with a poison dart.

Pain wrecked his tiny body. Shivers and intense body aches rendered immobile most if not the nausea and vomiting. Nothing felt right. Either he was too hot or too cold, with no inbetween. It was he had the flu but worse.

“……I did?” he said between wet coughs.

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