Lumian, who was confused, grabbed his hand while he touched his forehead with the other.
"What is wrong with you, Valentine? Please tell me, let me get your help—"
"It burns…Lumian. It feels like my insides are in flames. Lumian…" Valentine breathed heavily, his body quivering.
Lumian was beginning to panic. "Is it your heat? Is it your heat, Valentine? I know that it hurts like it can kill you if you do nothing about your heat, so tell me, is it your heat? What is it? Tell me so that I can get help for you. Please say something to me, Valentine!!"
Valentine's breathing slowed down, and he tightened his grip on Lumian's hand. "I think… I think I'm dyi—-" He frantically began to cough, covering his mouth as his whole system scorched in agony.
