sour

You were lying under a warm blanket, but even it couldn't save you. Your lips were dry, your head was splitting from a pressing feeling in the back of your head. You felt guilty towards Vanya for having to sit with you. Kise didn't care about himself, about his own affairs. All his thoughts were filled with you. You could tell by his face how worried he was about you. You couldn't take it anymore and broke the silence between you.

• Vanya... - you whispered in a quiet, purring voice.

"Yes?" Kislov's gaze immediately jumped to your eyes, closely monitoring your emotions.

"Am I fucking annoying you already?.." you muttered tiredly under your breath.

"Silly girl, don't talk nonsense," Kislov said angrily, frowning.