Temperance was bedridden again. She'd figured that the sickness was progressing at an alarming speed because she'd suppressed the feeling for thousands of years. The disease must've been halted by staying in her mini form.
But now, she couldn't change. She'd die if she tried.
Everything is going to be okay, she chanted like a mantra.
She didn't feel okay, but she desperately clung to the thin strand of hope she had. Slowly, she drowned in her thoughts. But, Patience walked in all of a sudden, shocking Temperance out of her musings. Immediately, his expression morphed into one of concern.
"You look deathly pale," he said, placing another glass of water beside her, on the desk she had. "Are you okay?"
Temperance shook her head, weakly coughing up more flowers. She was getting tired of this.
Patience wiped her face gently with a soft towel, refreshing her. "We'll heal this," he promised. He hadn't learned the lesson of promising things he knew he couldn't fulfil, but Temperance is alright with that.
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