章 91: Taking Care of the Sick

The condominium unit where Marcellus lives in is empty, but Winter already expects it to be.

She knows since long before that he's living on his own. First order of business, however, is to bring him to bed. She unlocks the front door with the key that Claude gave to her before she heads all the way in his bedroom. Though carrying him up proves to be a struggle, she still manages to do it.

Marcellus is sweating profusely by now. But the heat of his skin has cooled somewhat. Winter grabs one of the clean towels in his closet and wipes the sweat off his face. As she does so, she notices a sort of lifelessness to him – his skin is pale, his lips are dry. 

He barely reacts to her touch, and with his eyes closed he almost looks dead.

'No, don't think that way.'