Ciel's head throbbed. His body ached. Chills ran through him. He had never been so sick in his life. A hand on his forhead took his temperature, then everthing went black again. Forever it seemed he drifted in and out of consciousness. He remembered someone helping him drink, placing a cool cloth on his head, dim candle light and someone sitting next to him... someone...

"Se..bas..tian?" He tried to say, but it came out in a whisper. He tried to reach his hand out, to feel Sebastian close to him, but he could barely move his hand at all.

'Why am I reaching for him?'

"My Lord" Sebastian said, taking Ciel's hand in his own.
"Try and go back to sleep. You need your rest"
Sebastian pulled the blankets back up around his chin then took his hand again.

'Why is he...' Everything faded again.

Ciel oppened his eyes and tried to look around. The pressure in his head wasnt as bad as it had been. He could almost sit up completely, but he still had a fever which was causing him to shiver. He was covered in a cold sweat and chills kept making him even colder, like the winter wind that robs you of the only warmth you have. Then he realized Sebastian wasnt there, and for a moment was scared. Quietly the door oppened and Sebastian was there, carrying a silver tray. He set the tray down and began pooring some strong smelling tea into a cup.

"Sebastian.." Ciel said softly, reaching for him again, and again he didnt know why.

"My Lord, your awake" Sebastian didnt take his hand this time, which made him sad. Right now all he wanted was Sebastian, and he didnt know why. The warmth of Sebastian's hand on his head as he took Ciels temperature seemed to be the only thing that realieved a little of the cold he was feeling.
Still thinking of his touch, Ciel didnt realize Sebastian had finished pooring the tea and was trying to help Ciel sit up all the way.

"Would you like to sit in the chair infront of the fireplace, Master? I'll make a fire, that along with the tea should get rid of your fever"

"Yes" Ciel struggled to say as he tried getting out of bed. He put his feet down, but when he tried to walk, he only got a few steps before his legs gave way. The moment he should have hit the ground, he stopped falling, but he wasnt on the floor. Looking up, the only thing he saw was Sebastians eyes, and a look of worry on his face.

"Master? Are you alright?"
The worry wasnt just in his face, but in his voice too.

"Im fine" Ciel said, trying to stand. Instead of helping him up, Sebastian carried him, grabbing a blanket and wrapping him in it before setting him down in the chair. Ciel didnt oppen his eyes, didnt have the strength to. He heard a match striking, and a few moments later felt the warmth of the fire.

He felt Sebastian come closer.

"Here young master. Drink this. It'll help"

Ciel oppened his eyes and took the cup. After a few sips he felt a little better, more awake. He sat up straighter and looked into the fire. When he had finished the tea Sebastian took the cup and put it on the tray.

"I've told the staff not to come up, in case they catch what you have."

Ciel nodded and looked at Sebastian, but his back was to Ciel as he added more wood to the fire. Ciel wanted nothing more then for him to turn around so he could see his eyes,.. those eyes, that just by looking at him could make Ciel's heart race.

"Sebastian" Ciel said, without thinking.

"Yes, master?" He said, turing.

Ciel tried to think of a questian to ask, which was a little hard. Even harder was trying to keep the heat from his cheeks.

"Has there been anything from the Queen?"

"No, my Lord" Sebastian said and picked up the tray, then carried it out.