Apollyon did not get better with a night's rest. In fact, it seemed to get worse. He threw up in the morning, was burning hot, and shivering like a leaf in the wind. She tried to feed him some soup, but he didn't have it in him to drink it all. Eventually, Eleanora had to continuously make rounds between her apartment and his, because he didn't have some of the required material, where as she did.
For the umpteenth time, she entered Apollyon's apartment, holding medicines in her hand as she leaned against the wall.
"God, this would have been so much easier if we lived together." She grumbled under her breath before making her way into his bedroom. For the next two to three days Eleanora took care of him, while Apollyon continuously reminded her to take her medications. She find it rather
