Zhao Yun Lan wasn’t feeling well. He sneezed for the hundredth time that day. His muscles were sore and weak. Perhaps he should call it a day and head home. But will the team behave in his absence? Another sneeze wrecked his body.
He was going to have to take some medicine. If he remembered right he had some back home. But his work was important. He sneezed again.
Perhaps he didn’t really have a choice in the matter. Soon his head would start to spin and then how would he drive himself back home?
He took his feet off the table and said goodbye to the team on his way out.
He stepped outside of his jeep and almost landed face first on the floor. His head hurt and he wondered how he had even managed to drive all the way home without getting into an accident.
He climbed the steps to his apartment. Wheezing and heaving by the end, his back hurting for some reason. Putting in the key, he opened the door. As he entered he tripped on thin air. His head spinning from the almost fall.
He should head directly for the medicine. But his bed looked so inviting. A sharp pain reverberated through his back. Perhaps he ought to lie down – just for a little bit.
Yeah. A little bit of rest couldn’t hurt. Right?
With that thought in mind he collapsed face down on his bed. Sleep his instant friend.
He didn’t know how long he was asleep or what day it was. He was burning up, his muscles aching, sweat permeating through every part of his body, slick and uncomfortable.
He pushed himself off the bed and almost fell down as his feet connected to the ground. Hunched over he did his best to straighten himself. He turned around to get to the kitchen, boil some water for the medicine.
As soon as he took his first step his knees buckled and he fell to the floor with little grace. His hands breaking his fall, brain confused and moving in slow motion. Breath coming in large gasps.
He leaned against the bed trying to get his breathing under control. This was perhaps the worst cold he’d had in his life.
He should find his phone and call Shen Wei. He searched for his phone. It was on the other side of the bed. He put a hand on the mattress, pulling himself up.
He had only stood up a little when everything went black.
He could faintly register the sound of voices. Everything in his body ached, nothing felt right. His body felt clammy and wrong.
“Zhao Yun Lan,” Shen Wei’s voice cut through the chorus directly into his mind.
“Shen Wei.” his lips moved without him trying.
Yun Lan slowly opened his eyes. The bright light of the room overwhelming him. He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the light.
He could feel Shen Wei’s fingers curled up in his. He gave them a little squeeze as if to tell him he was awake. Right now that was all he needed – the little point of connection to Shen Wei. A palm reached to his face, caressing his cheek. “I am here Yun Lan.”
When he could finally see, the first face he saw was that of Shen Wei, worry etched into his immortal features.
Then his eyes fell on the others in the room Da Qing and Zhu Hong who looked equally worried.
“I am not dying, guys. Lighten up. It’s just a cold.” He gave his best imitation of a smile but even he could tell it came out crooked.
He was drifting back to sleep.
“Yun Lan stay with me.” Shen Wei’s voice was clear as a bell. It did little to diminish his desire to close his eyes and fall into the abyss. With all the energy he has he opens his eyes, a blurry Shen Wei meeting his gaze.
“It’s not a cold, my love.” Shen Wei continued, “This is Dixing power. Old Chu is dealing with the Dixingren as we speak. The fever should break any second now. You just have to wait.”
“Open your eyes, Yun Lan.” He didn’t even realize he was falling back asleep when Shen Wei said it. With another bought of energy he opened his eyes, terribly sore and in pain. But he did as Shen Wei asked. He would always do as Shen Wei asked.
The next time he woke up was to an empty room. His body didn’t ache and he somehow felt rested. He got up from his bed and headed to the kitchen to get some water for his scratchy throat.
Shen Wei was in the kitchen preparing something on the stove. Yun Lan nuzzled up to him. His chin resting on Shen Wei’s shoulder.
“Good, you’re awake.”