Wait, that’s not what I meant!
<What the heck, this guy! What’s he doing!>
I almost reflexively tensed up and shrank my neck. That’s when a warm hand gently landed on my forehead.
“Your fever has gone down.”
“…Ah, fever.”
It was simply part of checking a patient’s temperature. I felt embarrassed for overthinking it.
Fortunately, Reed was more interested in my physical condition than my mental state.
“Just a moment ago, your fever was high enough to melt ice. It’s remarkable.”
Reed removed the wet cloth pouch from the sheet. It must have fallen from my forehead when I sat up.
“Did you take care of me?”
“In my own way.”
It was touching, even though it wasn’t necessary.
Wait, what?
<You briefly woke up, muttered that you didn’t need anything, and passed out again. Don’t you remember?>
No, not at all.
<Anyway, he stopped after that. But he kept putting ice packs on your forehead. Come to…