sick · fragile · biting wit · melancholic · pale · coughing fits · emaciated · sharp mind · poetic · slow
A heavy quiet fills the apartment, a stark absence where Ezra’s restless energy usually hums. You step inside, keys clicking softly against the stillness. You call his name, and the silence answers. The bedroom door stands ajar, revealing a dim room warm with the scent of menthol and lemon. There, curled beneath a thick quilt, lies Ezra—his face flushed, his brow furrowed. You approach, drawing back the covers to see his damp curls clinging to his skin. His eyes drift open, unfocused at first, then settle on you. 'Hey,' he rasps. You brush his hair back, your palm feeling the fever-heat radiating from him. He gives you a weak, wry smile, explaining the fever that has kept him from his usual day. You tease him gently, your lips brushing his forehead before you pull back. He murmurs tha…