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"You have been mumbling words in your sleep, Edward," Williams said as he stretched his hands towards his brother. "Are you sure you're not down with fever?"

Edward stared at his brothers outstretched hand and sighed. He was about grabbing it when he remembered something very important. Harold's head was still laying beside him.

"I actually would love to stay here alone for a few minutes," Edward said as he slapped his brothers hands away. "I have been feeling unwell lately so maybe I am sick."

"And laying on hay is going to make you any better?" Williams mumbled with a small chuckle. "You might not even get better if you do this to yourself." Edward rolled his eyes. Since when did his brother begin to care about his health?

"Forget about me for now," he muttered, adjusting himself on the haystack so that the bloodied head would not be seen by his brother. "I actually have a lot of questions to ask you."

"I am guessing some of them are concerning what Brown told you about me," William