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3rd Person's POV
As the sky began to turn shades of orange and violet, Adrien realized he had lost track of how many hours he'd spent at Noah's bedside. What started as a quick check-in had turned into an entire day where he felt like a nervous parent, and honestly, it struck him as pretty absurd.
Adrien wasn't the type to play nurse, he usually didn't fuss over anyone and didn't have the patience for it. But for some reason, every time he thought about leaving Noah alone, something inside him just wouldn't let him go.
His fever had only gotten worse throughout the afternoon. He felt hot and clammy, and his once steady breathing had become shallow and uneven. He had to help Noah sit up against him just so he could drink a little water, his hand holding the back of his head while he murmured, "Take it slow, idiot. You don't want to choke."
