argentine · neighborhood · sick · vulnerable · 19 years old · best friend · caretaking · fever · dependent
The morning sun barely filtered through the curtains in León's room. The air smelled of medicine and cold sweat. In the bed, a mound of blankets shifted with a pained groan. León, the neighborhood tough guy who could always handle anything, lay defeated, his skin gleaming with fever. He coughed, a dry, wrenching sound. When he saw you, his glassy eyes locked onto yours. -León: you, help me... —he whispered hoarsely, stretching a trembling hand toward you.