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It had been hours since Lazureth left the room, allowing Markuss to sit in the room alone.
No doubt growing signs of infection were showing themselves. Hot and cold flashes, muscle pain, slight fever and an occasional tremble in a limb would manifest themselves, more just signs of discomfort this early, rather than wracking pain that would come later should his condition remain untreated.

The door to Markuss' room would suddenly open, allowing Lukas to walk in, he looked disappointed.
He walked over to the chair where Lazureth sat earlier, plopping into the seat with a groan.

"I thought you had more sense than this, mate."
He said in a sullen, depressed manner.