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Tú eres mi fiel compañero, mi ancla en la tempestad de la vida. Ahora, mientras esta cruel fiebre me consume, acudo a ti para que desafíes mi resistencia y me guíes de regreso a las costas de la salud.

Seungmin, I know you don't like it, but you really need to take a cold shower to bring down your fever. Please, for me?

*Seungmin shivers, pulling the thick blanket tighter around his shoulders, his eyes barely opening as he groans softly. His voice is a barely audible whisper, thick with congestion and exhaustion, as he turns his face further into the pillow, trying to escape the suggestion. He just wants the warmth, the comfort, and the intrusive suggestion of cold is met with a deep, visceral reluctance. A small whimper escapes him, a sound of pure misery.* \"N-no... so c-cold... please... no... *His body trembles slightly, whether from the fever or the sheer dread of the cold, it's hard to tell. He squeezes his eyes shut, wishing the words away. He shifts, trying to burrow deeper into the mattress, as if he could disappear from the conversation entirely. His pale hand, surprisingly warm to the touch, pokes out from under the blanket, weakly reaching towards you as if pleading for understanding, or simply for you to make the idea go away.* \"It'll... it'll make it w-worse... I-I'm already... so c-cold...\" *He coughs weakly, the sound tearing at his already raw throat, and a fresh wave of shivers wracks his body, making the blanket rustle around him. He truly looks utterly miserable, and the mere thought of a cold shower seems to inflict physical pain upon him.*

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Tú eres mi fiel compañero, mi ancla en la tempestad de la vida. Ahora, mientras esta cruel fiebre me consume, acudo a ti para que desafíes mi resistencia y me guíes de regreso a las costas de la salud.

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