In the dimly lit room, Liv and Iris sit by Alo's bed, their faces filled with a mixture of despair and horror. The stench of rotting flesh hangs heavy in the air, a sickening reminder of the hell that consumes Alo. His once strong form is now weak and full of suffering, his flesh falling off in putrid chunks, leaving behind exposed bone and muscle creating wounds that leak blood and pus onto the bed.

"I can't bear to watch him suffer like this," Iris whispers, her voice trembling. "It's like he's a rotting corpse yet he lives."

Liv's eyes water as she watches Alo writhe in agony, his screams tearing through the silence of the house like a dagger to her heart. "We have to do something," she says, her cracking voice barely above a whisper. "We must keep him comfortable."

"I can't take this anymore," Iris replies, her voice broken with emotion. "I can't bear to see him like this knowing I am the cause."

Liv's heart aches with helplessness as she sees the anguish on Iris's face, her own guilt threatening to consume her. "We have to stay strong, we are no good to him if we can’t stay strong."

Iris nods, her eyes filled with a glimmer of hope in the darkness. "You're right," she says, wiping away tears with the back of her hand. "We'll make sure he is comfortable no matter what."

With a renewed passion, Liv and Iris turn their attention back to Alo. As the night stretches on, they remain by his side, offering comfort in the face of unimaginable pain, determined to see him through to the other side, whatever that may entail.

Hours pass, marked only by the occasional scream of pain from Alo. Liv and Iris sit in silence, lost in their own thoughts, their hands clasped tightly together for support. Ultimately, it's Iris who breaks the silence. "Do you think he's in much pain?"

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Liv looks over at Alo gently placing a cool rag on his head, his face filled with agony even in sleep. "I'm sure he is," she replies. "But I don't know what else we can do to help him."

Iris nods, her face filled with worry. "I hate feeling so helpless," she says, frustration filling her words. "I just wish there was something more we could do."

"We're doing everything we can," Liv reassures her, squeezing her hand gently. "And we won't give up until he's well. We just have to be patient."

With each passing hour, Alo's condition seems to worsen, his fever rising and his breathing growing fainter. Liv and Iris exchange glances, their fear growing with each passing moment.

"We need to do something," Iris says, her voice filled with desperation. "We can't just sit here and watch him suffer."

Liv nods in agreement, her mind racing with possibilities. "We could try to cool him down," she suggests. "Maybe a cold bath would help bring down his fever."

They spring into action, filling the makeshift tub with water and placing Alo’s limp body in cold water. The blood and puss from his leaking wounds fills the water making it look like a putrid stew. Minutes pass, then hours, but still, there's no change in Alo's condition. Liv and Iris exchange worried glances, their hearts heavy with despair.

"It's not working," Iris says, her voice choked with tears. "We're running out of options, Liv."

Liv’s voice was shaky but determined "We can't give up," she says, her voice filled with determination. "We've come this far, we can't give up on him.”

As the night continues on, Alo's body begins to show faint signs of change. His breathing becomes less ragged, and his fever begins to drop. Liv and Iris exchange hopeful glances.

"It's working," Liv cries, her voice filled with relief. "His fever's going down. He's going to make it,"Her voice trembling. "I can feel it.”

With each passing moment, Alo's condition continues to improve, his body slowly but surely regaining strength. Liv and Iris watch over him with a passion unmatched, their hearts filled with hope for his recovery.

As the night becomes day and the sun begins to warm the room Alo’s eyes crack open. A raspy sound barely even a voice leaves his lips “Liv.”

"Alo," Liv cries, tears streaming down her cheeks. "You're awake."

A weak smile spreads across Alo's lips as he reaches out to grasp her hand, his voice barely above a whisper, “Thank you”.