As a dragon, I find this romantic as fuck AADIFTRAF

A Lost Child

"AAAGH!" Lance yelled in pain as another wet rag touched his fever ridden shoulder.

"I know, It's terrible. But you'll die if I don't cool you down." Kassvin said, perhaps for the hundredth time today. Lance came down with shivers only a few days after he was taken to the healers in old Blavió. Obviously, climbing a mountain in the autumnal hail wasn't exactly a great idea, but he had no other choice.

"S-s-s-s-" He was trembling so badly, doctor suggested to tie him down. "Ssss-sorry. AHH!!!" Kass kay the cloth on his forehead. "I-it jussst hur-hurts."

"I know, I've had pnemonia too." He leaned caressed the stuble on Lances face. It would look quite dashing if he weren't deathly ill. "I think it's time for the medicine."

The poor guy watched his friend walk over to the small table. "Fu-fuck me if I drink that vile concoction ever again!" Look's like his rage is stronger than the pain.

"Deal!" Kass said before mixing six drops of the hellish syrup into camomille tea. "It's 2 drops per 10 bells, you said you weighed 30?"

"Yeah...32 actually. B-before i lost my arm."

"Big boy, grew a lot.... I still weigh the exact same as I did back then..." He stirred the dark oily substance into the honeyed tea until it at least looked appropiate to drink. "Can you sit up, Lana?"

"C-can you lift the upper half of a man who weighs one arm short of 32 b-bells?"

"I most certainly can, good sire!" He chuckled. "But I wouldn't risk it. Are you really that weak now?"

"Hggn!" The dragons pained grunt was enough of an awnser.

"I can try lifting you." Kassvin helped the shivering bastard up and listened to the chattering of teeth with bemusement. It wasn't even that hard, he must have lost some weight. "Just to be safe, don't drink all of it." He hadn't had the best appetite as of late.

Lance drank the tea with a frown that probably got him several years closer to crowsfeet. "This is ridiculous, like the devil pissed in it." It's true, it has a lemony undertone, a hint of vanilla and spearmint to mask the taste of death that the medicine summons to the back of the throat. It does not work. "Why must I get so sick, I've aleady had this illness once!"

"I believe this is an ailment caused by a virus weakening the lungs and bacteria infecting the organ. My brother Avíe dabbled in microbiology before settling in politics. He ought to have a book on airborne infection!" He stood up and went to Avilir's study once again, he's allowed because nobody would be feeding the birds otherwise.

"Thank you!" He didn't notice but the shivering had gone away. He looked at the pictures of weird spots on the cover before opening it up. The book was about disease that can be treated with pennicilin, what the fuck is that??

"Hey, Vinnie? What is pennicilin?" He asked the guy who was still trying to put a wet rag on him.

"It's mold. We use it to kill germs."

"Interesting.... Wow, this cumshot of satan is really doing a good job, I feel like I'm about to get cooked!" He climbed out from under the mountain of blankets.

Kass remembers laughing at the 'cumshot of satan' but the memory fades to nothing inevitabely.

...

"I can't remember anything else..." He recounted the memory in his hot dragon boyfriends bedroom, they are getting ready for a long day of work.

"It's allright, I'm glad you're even alive after the incident." Valkyon said, donning a gambeson. "I didn't expect you to ever show up, I literally thought you were dead. No pressure to be anything, I have put the bar on the floor for you!"