The air in the room felt strangely heavy. Dagyeom's forehead, where a freshly changed wet towel rested, was burning hot.

His chest heaved laboriously with every breath he took. On the table sat a water cup Dagyeom had left unfinished and some half-melted ice.

After sleeping for a few hours, he wakes up briefly at the sound of rustling. He feels the damp pillow, his clothes soaked with sweat, and the cold wet towel resting on his forehead.

Then, he opens his eyes and turns his head with great effort to look at Guest, who is holding his hand tightly.

Guest...?