Agatha arched an eyebrow, "I'll be sticking them down your throat while you sleep if you stop taking them," she threatened, knowing quite well that the healers wouldn't just say you had to finish your prescription. There had to be reasons behind it, and Agatha was not going to mess around with her husband's health, not after she'd come so close to losing him. Her hand on his forehead felt no fever, and Agatha let it push back and into Fredrick's hair.
"Don't want to see the hospital for--a bit." Agatha cut herself off, realizing that she'd probably have to set up a healer's appointment soon, because she hadn't seen one since the initial one. Which was probably bad, but with Fredrick unconscious, she really could not make herself think about anything else. Suddenly she felt very guilty and cushioned herself beside him, letting her hand curl at the back of his neck.
Agatha huffed a breath and pressed her lips to his shoulder, "Did you have any dreams?"
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