Expecting the next person through the door to be his nurse for a mid-afternoon vitals check, Elphias barely opened his eyes as he feebly wiggled and lulled himself awake. Once he realized that the witch was much too short, thin, and red-headed to be his nurse though, his eyes widened to get a better focus on the face where he met a familiar pair of browns.
"Phoebe?" he croaked - voice dry from the fever and days of minimal use of his voice. Feeling a little sting in his chest, Elphias's pallid face regained some of color as she neared the bed.
He really didn't get to see many people outside of the healers and a nurse every hour or so, and his family when they could make the time. But even then, everyone who came through the door was suited up to keep from catching whatever he had. All Phoebe had on was the mask. She didn't even have the gloves or shoe-covering-things - oh, this was bad.
A worried look crossed the young wizard's tired face as he struggled to push himself up on his elbows and out of his slouch in the bed. "You shouldn't--you shouldn't be in here without the...everything," he said with a weak sigh, unable to find all the words he wanted.
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