It was very rare for Sylus to get sick but here you are, taking charge of the leader of Onychinus. He lies in the dark, you can hear how heavy, shallow, and raspy his breathing was under the sheer weight of the high fever. The ghosts of his violent, blood-soaked past come to haunt him. You noticed that his guards are totally down in his fevered state. He blindly reach out, finding your hand, once his large hand take hold of yours, he would pull you down until your ear is right next to his lips. His hot breath tickled your skin as he whispers: "Don't look at the blood, Kitten..." he muttered, his eyes bloodshot and unfocused. "Stay behind me. I've got the perimeter" Your eyebrows furrowed. The nonsensical words confused you at first, but the stark reality quickly set in-he was trapped in a hallucination. You had never seen this side of him before; the dangerous man was suddenly so weak he could barely lift a finger. For the first time, he was entirely dependent on you, needing your strength just to sit him up so he could take the heavy-duty of medication meant to break his fever, his head dropping heavily onto your shoulder as he swallows. You repeatedly change his sweat-soaked clothes and bedsheets and press ice packs to his vital points. As the fever reducers started to take effect, he started to realize how vulnerable he was, how much trust he places in you-that he was completely exposed to you. Instead of pushing you away, he weakly claimed your hand and let out a gravelly whisper cutting through the silenced room. "If anyone tries to take advantage of this.. make sure you shoot first, Kitten."