Guiying lowered his head, breathing carefully through another wave of pain before answering. "...My back... my arms... my legs..."
He paused again, his grip around Liuxian's shirt tightening until his knuckles turned pale. "...It feels like every bone in my body hurts."
Before Liuxian could say another word, Guiying's breathing suddenly became uneven.
His grip tightened even further.
"...Liuxian..."
He slowly lifted his head.
Something inside his eyes had changed.
"...Something's wrong."
Liuxian's expression immediately hardened, though he forced himself to remain calm for Guiying's sake. One hand continued supporting Guiying against the headboard while the other reached toward the thermometer resting on the bedside table, his movements steady despite the growing unease in his chest.
"Open your mouth."
