Morning Light
Rico's eyes slowly fluttered open, his head pounding with a dull ache. He groaned softly, murmuring, "What did I do last night...?" As his gaze adjusted, he noticed the cold patch still resting on his forehead, a small bottle of medicine nearby, and a neatly folded note. Curiously, he picked it up and read:
> "After breakfast, take the medicine. And don't drink too much if you can't handle it."
Rico blinked as the memories from the previous night came rushing back—Jeff gently wiping his fevered body with cold water, laying him in bed, and caring for him so tenderly. He touched the spot where the cold patch lay and chuckled quietly. "That chocolate boy… he's so kind," he whispered with a small smile. "I want to see him again."
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Bast's Morning
