"What are you saying? You"re in a bad way. Look at yourself. You"re pale and cold. I"ve lived long enough to know that people in these conditions don"t get very far" he stated.
"Maybe you are dying" I found myself saying with a thread in my voice.
"You can"t die. You are united with me. My quintessence is strong and immortal" he declared confusedly, as if to convince himself of that.
For a long time we remained watching each other lost.
"Now go to sleep. Try to gain strength. I will tell the teachers that you have the flu. They"ll believe me, since they"ve all noticed your malaise lately" he decided, dragging me into the room.
"Thank you" I muttered as I closed the bedroom door behind me.
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