"I don't feel well, I'm uncomfortable. Go find me some medicine!" The young man instantly snapped out of his daze and reached to touch the forehead of the small person in his arms, feeling a sinking feeling in his heart. This little bundle of fragility had a fever! He gently placed them on the ground and spoke with a heavy voice, "Wait here for me." The little one clung to his arm and refused to let go, rubbing against him while trying hard to appear fierce. But no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't hide their milky scent. "I won't wait, take me with you." After hesitating for a few seconds, the young man ultimately picked up "them". Having already scouted out the area yesterday, he knew where he could find various medicines at this place where mercenaries stored their supplies amidst desolate surroundings in freezing weather conditions.
In such circumstances two children were not worth much attention from those guarding it so he quickly made his way into one of the tents with "them" held tightly against him before placing them on the ground as he searched through boxes for medicine which he then concealed within his sleeve.
Unexpectedly however luck was not on their side as they were discovered within minutes by someone who lifted open the tent flap just as "they" ran over and clung onto him shouting urgently,"The bad guys are coming! Run!" Without hesitation or fear but rather determination fueled by love for this small being behind him, the young man stood firm between danger and what mattered most until that same moment when everything changed...
The hired mercenary on patrol saw two children and cursed, picking up his whip and lashing out at them. The boy shielded the person behind him and stoically endured the beating.
After venting his anger, the man returned them to their tent before quickly leaving. The little one seemed frightened as she looked at the bloodstains on the boy's body. She opened her mouth wide before huffing, "When my mom and dad come, I'll make them help you beat those bad guys!"
The boy looked at her big eyes that wanted to cry but held back tears. He didn't know why he felt like laughing.
He pinched her dark face with a hint of coldness in his voice as he took out some medicine. "Take this."
The little one sniffled before swallowing it down without complaint, making a face due to its bitterness.
After taking the medicine, she soon grew drowsy again and snuggled back into his arms with closed eyes before falling asleep once more.
The boy checked her temperature while his mind wandered elsewhere.
With such terrible weather conditions here, getting sick was too easy for anyone - especially this little one who spoke weakly due to exhaustion from being so frail-looking.
What if these medicines don't work...
In the distance came crude cursing from within their tent by those mercenaries which made him look down at the small person in his arms with cool eyes that turned slightly darker for a moment.
Perhaps because of taking medication earlier in combination with being so tired already; she slept through most of that day until waking up twice during it all - calling out for her brother or mother each time but then burying herself back under blankets after seeing no harm would come to herself or others around them anymore.
He fed her two more doses of medicine throughout that day but by nightfall there were still no signs of any fever breaking; instead it only seemed to worsen over time...
The young man looked down at the small, feverish bundle in his arms. Without proper medical care, if those mercenaries found out that this little thing had a high fever and no longer had any use to them, her fate would be sealed...
The howling wind from the tundra battered against the tent like vengeful spirits crying out in the night. Nearby, it seemed as though the mercenaries were holding some kind of celebration within their own tent - cruel laughter from men mixed with cries of women.
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