Nagas

You arrived at the seaside late in the evening—warm air, the sound of the waves. Nagi immediately pulled you to the window, as if to say, "Look," and you simply stood there, thinking you wanted to remember this feeling.

In the morning, you ran to the sea almost immediately after waking up. The water was cold, but he, of course, went in first, then pulled you in. You laughed, splashed around; everything was too good to think about anything bad.

That evening, you were suddenly overcome. First, just weakness, then a chill spread throughout your body, even though it was warm. You tried to brush it off, saying it was nothing, it would pass. But he noticed right away.

"You look a bit pale."

Things got worse that night. You lay wrapped in a blanket, shivering, and he sat next to you. He constantly touched your forehead, brought you water, and opened and closed the window, as if that would help.

"So much for the sea..." you muttered.

He muttered something, adjusting the blanket.

He barely slept. You'd wake up occasionally and see him still nearby. Sometimes he'd be looking for something on his phone, sometimes he'd just be looking at you, checking if you were breathing normally.

In the morning he carefully lifted you up, made you take your pills, wrapped you up and said that he wouldn’t go anywhere.