It's all one flower.

If I do, my throat will be iggy.

I couldn't breathe and woke up because of a stuffy nose.

As my pharmacist taught me, I sneezed as soon as I reached out from the bed to the box in an attempt to get a "haha" with a tissue.

I've been standing up and going, and I'm not going anywhere.

I thought I finally stopped, but I got my sleeve so dirty.

If we don't do something about it before Medvege's old man finds us, he'll have to tease us about what's in Manuke.

I tried to wipe my sleeve with the tissue I took to cover it, but the neva stretched out and didn't take it well. My nose drips up to my lips as I do so. I rushed to wipe it off and now I can't stop coughing.

My head gangs with my own cough.

Only one dotted [light] is hung with a thin cloth, and the truck carrier is dim.

The gap between the thinly opened doors is still wide open. I couldn't even see the clock at some point now.

"Mr. Morph?

If you think the white mass has moved, it's a sensei. They slip through between the futons to keep everyone awake.

The hand touching my forehead feels limp.

Sensei whispered some kind of spell, keeping her hand on Morph's forehead. I thought you'd cure me with magic, but nothing in particular happens.

I took my hand off my forehead and whispered in Morph's ear.

"Didn't you have a fever a couple of days ago?

"Fever? I don't know."

"I feel chilly or sloppy..."

"Is it cold, around here, north of Wristover, windy teasing you?

"How about Tarusa?

"Huh? I'm not used to that kind of field work, and it's not because I'm tight enough?

Sensei stares at Morph with a difficult face.

"Uh, and it's almost winter?

His throat is iggy and his sputum is involved and he can't speak well, but Sensei seems to have picked up Morph's often interrupted voice properly. He turned to his side and sighed.

... What is it, Koz?

At the end of Sensei's gaze, there were many shadows that woke up and looked at us. I don't know the expression with [lights] on my back. I find that I even woke Pina up with my hair, and I'm filled with regrets.

"Can you stand?

"What?"

Let's go to the infirmary.

"From now on?

"Now."

It was still all over the outside, and I could see the stars from the gap in the door.

The pharmacist must be asleep.

Sensei put his hand under Morph's armpit and got him up without question. I grabbed the white coat unexpectedly, but I can't help it. He was supported by a sloppy, lowered body and managed not to fall.

"Squad...... erm, excuse me, store manager. Give me a hand."

"Yes."

Pina's brother came right up and was unloaded from the carrier with a sensei and a two-seater. Without the strength to defy, they carry the school garden at night as it is done.

The infirmary and the adjacent classroom are well documented.

Sensei knocks on the door and tries to knock on the pharmacist.

"Don't wake me up when I'm asleep. No."

"You must have a sore throat, right? Don't force yourself to talk and rest."

Sensei didn't have ears to listen to, and even Pina's brother started calling for a pharmacist (dull).

I hear a spell inside, and the gap between the doors gets brighter.

"... Mr. Morph"

Neh turned up, but Morph couldn't keep his eyes open because he was dazzled.

"I didn't know you hadn't noticed before...... it was a detour"

"No, I didn't realize..."

Sensei's regrettable voice continues with Nee-chan's sorry voice.

Pina's brother supported him and managed to sit in a round chair.

"Mr. Morph, I'm going to formulate your medicine now, so take it all with bitterness but patience"

The little noise overlaps the voice of a pharmacist (dull) casting a spell.

It feels strange, like it's hot all over you.

Something thin and cold touched my right armpit. I don't have the energy to make sure, I lean against someone's arm to support me.

"Mr. Morph, I got it. Do you think you can drink it yourself?

"Sounds impossible."

He was supported in the jaw by someone's hand and poured liquid into his slightly open mouth. It's probably a good thing your nose is stuck and you don't know what it tastes like. Even though Morph does nothing, the cold feeling keeps flowing from his mouth to his throat and from his throat to his belly.

... I guess this is some kind of magic too.

I thought to myself, my consciousness was broken.

How long has it been, and it'll be bright. The eyelids (eyelids) were closed with dazzle.

Someone holds Morph's right hand. Goddamn hands.

... Who is it, Koz?

It's a hundred million bucks to open your eyes.

"Next, please"

A little further away, the old man on the radio called someone.

I hear coughing and sneezing. From the same person as my grandmother's voice, I heard a small talk. There seems to be a lot of people there, but I don't know what it is.

Easy to breathe.

The moment I realized I had lost my nose clog, I remembered the situation.

He woke up in the middle of the night, was taken to the infirmary, and was drugged with something.

... boulder, it's your medicine.

I don't even have a igaiga in my throat. I wondered who was holding hands.

It's tough and warm. It's a memorable feeling, but I don't know.

... Who is it, Koz?

The warmth of a grim hand calms me down somehow.

In the hand I tried to grip back, I couldn't help myself.

I'm not sure if my whole body is hot or cold, but it kind of fluffs.

You're sloppy and sleepy, you just open your eyelids a little, but you can't even do that.

I heard a voice where I uttered.

"Morph."

... What, you're an old man.

Sometimes it's unusual.

When Medvege's old man calls Morph, he's mostly a "kid". The driver's gobbly hand wraps Morph's little hand around him.

"Don't die."

I took my pills, so I'm going to get better soon. Or does the old man not believe in the skill of the pharmacist (dull)?

Carlum's father, who first moved in the village, was better off without taking his medicine, but the pharmacist (dull) stopped him and he still can't get out of the field.

For a while now, Morph sweated every day at field work with Carlum.

Carlum tells me anything I don't know, generously. Because my parents are all asleep, and my high school girl and I are in quite a bit of trouble. Even in the hands of the de amateur Morph, if he did it, he would be thankful and happy.

"Morph... I don't want to lose both of my sons"

My old man's crying voice reminded me of your mansion night.

"If my boy lived, he'd be about the same age as the boy."

At that time, I was angry to be defeated instead of the dead child.

"But the boy is the boy"

At that time, I was sad that I couldn't even replace a dead child.

I understood the meaning of the words at that time and remembered one after another the old man's wolf (grunt) yep when Morph disappeared in the forest of Lanterna Island and when Morph went to Senator Eva's office alone.

If I show a tear, I'll be fooled and laughed at.

I really fell asleep sometime within the pretense of falling asleep to deceive.