breath of life.
and the
f e v e r
began to spread,
from my
h e a r t
down to my legs.

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  & he has his face in his hands.
  don’t mind him, though, he’s just
  sprawled out on the ground.

          thinking would probably be a good word for it,
          but at the moment, all he’s doing is ever-so
          quietly complaining about his head hurting.