"Jiang Cheng, you look a little different today. Is something the matter?" asked Wei Wuxian his brother after a fairly easy night hunt that had still managed to leave the other breathless and without any strength.
"As if, worry about yourself, you idiot!" Jiang Cheng's biting words seemed half-hearted at best. He looked like he would keel over any second.
Wei Wuxian stepped closer to him, watching him intently for a second. Then, he extended his hand and to his brother's surprise, touched his forehead.
Just as he thought, there was a fever.
Not without kindness, he reprimanded: "Jiang Cheng, you need to take care of yourself. If you are sick, you should rest."
"Hmpf," snorted Jiang Cheng, pretending to be fine. His attempt however failed as he swayed on his feet and had to catch his balance with help of Wei Wuxian's extended hand.
Well, Wei Wuxian knew his brother, of course it would not be easy to let him rest. He wondered what he should do when Jiang Cheng suddenly leaned on him and closed his eyes. He looked exhausted.
"Perhaps you are right, let me close my eyes just for a little bit..." And he fell asleep.
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The Untamed - book of drabbles
FanfictionA collection of drabbles/ficlets from the world of The Untamed and Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation on various themes. Lately, I wanted to try improving my writing so I picked up several drabble and ficlets challenges. This is my first attempt at...
