"Ugh." You hear next to you, the sound had woken you up. You looked over and saw your boyfriend, Mordred, curled into a ball.

"Mordred, are you okay?" You ask, watching him intently. He slowly nodded his head, his curly hair matted to his forehead. "Liar. You're sick."

"Ya," he mumbles. You reach over and pull him towards you. His skin was super hot. He kept his arm wrapped around his stomach.

"Do you feel like you're going to throw up? Or do you need to go to Gauis?" You ask.

"No and no," he whispers. He curls up against you and let's rub his back. Eventually you fall asleep and hope he will be better later.

*morning*

You woke up, and Mordred wasn't there. Confused, you got out of bed and walked to the other side. Mordred was laying on the ground, hugging his stomach, and covered in sweat.

"Mordred, Mordred, wake up. Mordred!" You say slightly shaking him. He didn't move.

"Guards! Guards!" You yell. A guard ran in. "Get Gauis. Mordred's sick." The guard left and a few minutes later Gauis and Merlin walked in.

"What happened?" Gauis asks while examining him.

"Last night he was in pain and sick, but we thought to wait till morning. I woke up and he was like this." You explain. Gauis nods.

"I'm going to need you to leave." Gauis said. You nod and reluctantly get up. Merlin follows you.

"He'll be okay. I guess." Merlin said. You and Merlin were best friends, but it was obvious he didn't like Mordred.

"I hope," you say. Merlin hugs you. A few minutes later Gauis walks out.

"He should be fine. It's just a stomach virus." He says. You sigh and feel relieved.

Mordred was okay.