"How is he?" Mir could hear the voices but his eyelids felt so heavy. He couldn't recognize the voice though.

"He's still running fever." The other voice sounded so close. So familiar. And Mir felt cold hand on his forehead.

"We found some meds." A new voice chipped in also sounded painfully familiar but still, his mind was kind of hazy and he couldn't make up faces with those voices. Only darkness surrounded him.

The sound of door closed. It was silent for a moment that Mir thought he was already being left alone in the room when he felt gentle on his cheek. The hand left him and later he felt it played with his hair. It felt nice and made him feeling like he was slipping back into total unconsciousness.

"You scared us. Me. You shouldn't leave us again. We need you. I need you." The voice whispered again. That hand still tenderly combed his hair and he felt a firm grip on his own limp hand. But he couldn't return the hold even when he tried. He finally just let it go. Let the darkness and silence enveloped him wholly.