The Tea

Furiously, I began to speed walk to the library and as I thought, the door was open, meaning he was in there. His scent was stronger than in my workshop and I was fully sure I was not wrong.

"Lan–" I got interrupted by a cough.

Then I heard some things fall hard to the ground while the cough continued. I knew who it was exactly so I sped off to the location.

"Lance," he was on the floor, trying to reach for a small jare of one of my tea.

"What're you doing?" I panicked, still confused.

"The tea, I need more, the other one has finished," he managed to say between all the coughing.

I picked up the jar that he was reaching out for and I sighed. He did appreciate the tea I had made for him. What an egoistic bastard.

Walking up to him, I sat on the floor and opened the jar. I poured a little quantity of the liquid into the led of the jar and pointed it towards him. He tried to sit up as he opened his mouth to collect the medicine but was failing woefully. So I pulled him closer and pla