I turned over to check my phone; it was 3 AM.
Brandon was boiling water for me.
"I ordered throat lozenges; the hotel should be able to deliver them tomorrow. Hang in there for now."
His calm voice sounded so gentle to me.
That it made my eyes suddenly well up with tears.
He returned to the bedroom and said, "Have some warm water."
I wanted to say many "thank you", but I felt they would be too feeble.
I was burning up and in a daze, but I took the water and began to urge him to leave.
"Sorry, I've really caused you trouble. You should leave quickly, don't let me infect you."
I rambled on, saying many things, many of which I can't remember. "If I survive this, I'll offer myself to you after you leave..."
Brandon chuckled, "The probability of you offering yourself is way too high."
He comforted me, "Don't think too much about it. Have a good rest."
After that, I had a dream. I dreamt that Brandon was still the prince of Candyland, but because I had bitten him last time, leaving a wound, he fell ill and couldn't get out of bed.
I was scared awake.
When I woke up, I realized it was the landline that had woken me up.