There's No Love In the Deathzone (BL) novel Chapter 303

Chapter 303: Chapter 295. Rest

"You’re the type that becomes clingy when you’re drunk and sick, huh?" Bassena laughed softly while stroking the black hair. "Is it because you become delirious in both cases?"

Well, in Bassena’s case, he would be clingy in any situation, so there wouldn’t be any glaring difference even if he was sick.

Haa...but to think he had to carry Zein twice within less than twenty-four hours...

Bassena had no idea if he had to see it as a nice surprise. The fever part was definitely not nice, but the clinginess was very much welcomed. In fact, Zein refused to let him go even when they arrived at his car, so Bassena had to call his one and only assistant, their beloved Lexus Ong, who looked at them in fascination.

Yeah, just about everyone looked at them in fascination. Sorry Zein, your reputation as a cold-blooded mentor was nothing but history now.

Even after they got back home, Bassena almost couldn’t make the porridge he promised Zein, because it seemed like the guide didn’t want to be apart from his warmer body temperature. Luckily, Zein kind of drifting into sleep at this point, so Bassena could slip into the kitchen and manage to make said porridge.

A portion of warm food and a fever medicine later, Zein was back to sleep. The heavy breathing had become steadier now, and Zein had started to sweat a lot, so Bassena hoped the temperature would go down soon.

Truthfully, aside from dungeon raid-related injuries, Bassena himself had never fallen sick thanks to his constitution. And it was hard to think of Zein getting sick. He would willed himself off any cold or fever, if anything.

But it was easy to see that this fever came not from his physical weakening, but something occurring mentally. A catching-up sadness.

Bassena remembered Shin used to have a fever around his birthday during their adolescent day, or when Joon did not come home for more than a month. Radia also didn’t come out of his house for a week after he sliced Joon’s neck, and they heard later that he actually had a fever.

So it seemed like this wasn’t a rare phenomenon. If anything, it was better than Zein getting all depressed by bottling up everything inside like the last time, before their relationship progressed. Rather than that, Zein being clingy and showing off his vulnerability like this was a sign he let go more, he trusted Bassena more.

What’s not to like?

Well, of course it would be better if he didn’t have to get sick to show it, but...

"Well, you won’t take any rest unless you get to this point, anyway..." Bassena sighed, stroking the slightly flushed cheek. It wasn’t as hot as before, albeit still warm, and the sleeping guide subconsciously nuzzled into the familiar palm.

Curling his lips softly, Bassena laid his head down beside the guide, stroking the sweaty black hair. He would need to change Zein’s clothes in a bit, but for now, he’d have a bit of a rest too.

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"I don’t remember anything..." Zein squinting his eyes at the ceiling, after failing to recall his memory after he was done with the first training regime.

He vaguely remembered seeing something like Bassena’s eyes, but he was so dazed that he kind of thought it was a hallucination that his fried-up brain conjured up because he wanted the esper to hold him.

Turned out Bassena did hold him, because again, he woke up in their bedroom the next day, drenched in sweat.

"How’s your feeling?"

Zein turned his head to see Bassena tilting his head with a smile while peeling something from his forehead. Seemed like a fever patch.

"Pathetic," Zein let out a hot breath, feeling weak. His joints were kind of grumbling at him right now, like something was prickling at them. Well, whatever this was, what he knew now was that he had no energy.

"That means you can’t say no anymore when I tell you to rest today," Bassena grinned. "Which you absolutely had to do today."

The amber eyes stared at Zein keenly, in a rare moment of strictness from Bassena. Well, Zein knew it was he who lacked the self-awareness to know his body’s condition despite always telling his guides to monitor themselves, so he couldn’t object this time.

Smiling at the silent guide, Bassena pointed something that looked like a weird-shaped gun to the sick man’s head. It beeped once and Bassena glanced at the small screen for reading. "Okay, it’s going down now. You should get better today, as long as you stay home and rest."

"Ugh—fine," Zein turned to look the other way, and Bassena pressed his lips to stifle his laugh. The guide looked sober already, but Bassena could see the slight pout on Zein’s lips. "I want potato soup..."

Even the adorable request. "With spices?"

"Mm,"

Just like yesterday, he tried to move his body, but even that tired him. Whew—Zein breathed slowly to garner some energy and walked toward the bathroom. When he walked in, however, he was greeted with a basin of warm water on the counter, along with a small towel and neatly folded clothes.

"Don’t," Zein said immediately, even though his sick nerves that carved a lover’s touch wanted the esper to stay. "It’s live, isn’t it? Don’t make the crews cry."