"Right. I will go fetch Lan Xichen."

Lan Wangji arrives with a bucket.

Masozi probably doesn't need the bucket if Wen Qing is going to cast the stronger spell, but it's reassuring to have nearby just because the horrible potion will make such a disgusting mess if he does throw up again. 

He will try to get as comfortable as he can with Wei Wuxian's delivery of additional pillows, and wait for Lan Xichen to arrive. 

"The stronger spell, yes or no?"

"- Yes. Please." 

Arabic!

....Wow. That's really weird. On the one hand, he feels...almost fine? Certainly a lot closer to actually comfortable. On the other hand, everything is suddenly...sort of pink? And objects have gauzy halos around them. And his hands feel weirdly like balloons, which might float away in the breeze, not that the Scholomance has breezes. Also it takes him three tries to get the water jug to his mouth, because his vision seems to be weirdly offset by about an inch. 

He can swallow a normal sized sip of water without it feeling unpleasant, though! Which reminds him that he's still very thirsty and it's tempting to gulp the rest, but he probably shouldn't push it too far. 

"My presence was requested?"

"Yes. Watch him, make sure he doesn't get worse, get him refills of water. He's on the heavy-duty anti-nausea spell now. Do your homework."

"I will do my homework."

"Good. It would be embarrassing if we lost our leader because you got eaten by History of South India."

Masozi has his eyes closed, but he finds himself relaxing significantly the moment he hears Lan Xichen's voice. This helps a bit with the aches just by itself. 

He opens his eyes and tries to make them focus. Lan Xichen's face looks funny, all surrounded by halos. Masozi...should probably say something, to thank him for being willing to come? ...Words are hard and moving his lips feels a bit like trying to manipulate two unenthusiastic earthworms. 

"Sorry fr'being - needing help..." he manages. "S'inconvenient for you?" 

"It's all right. I do my homework here. It's as good as anywhere else."

Masozi smiles tiredly at him. "It's nice. That you're here." He's currently giving off a very different impression from the one he did earlier today in his new clothes; scrunched up under his blanket against the pile of pillows, with his eyes not quite focusing, he looks very small and young and vulnerable. 

Lan Xichen rearranges the blanket to tuck him in more snugly and does not kiss his forehead. Behold his restraint.

Masozi fails to notice that Lan Xichen is restraining himself from anything, and drinks some more water. It's annoying how he needs to take his arm out from under the blanket to do that, he's cold. 

"You can do the pain spell?" he says after a little bit of silence. 

"Does Wen Qing tell you about that? Of course." Japanese!

"Thank you." It helps, a lot, but it also seems to stack with the weirder effects of the nausea spell. He feels a bit like he's floating in warm water. 

...He would like to put his head on Lan Xichen's shoulder, he decides. Is Lan Xichen close by enough for him to just do this or does he have to ask. 

Lan Xichen is still standing, due to the perhaps naive hope that he'll actually be able to do his homework.

"Can you sit with me?" Masozi asks plaintively. "You could do your homework there." 

"Okay," he says, and does not kiss the sad fragile person asking for him to help him. He just gets close enough for Masozi to hug him if he wants to.

Masozi tries to wiggle into a position where he can lean on Lan Xichen instead of on his pillows, and can still reach his water, but where he's not too much in the way of homework-doing. He's not sure if he succeeds at this, but he'll try to be quiet and unobtrusive and un-distracting from homework. 

Awwww.

He's a little bit distracting but not more so than doing homework with Meng Yao.

Masozi is trying not to be distracting and so he makes it an entire five minutes before he interrupts. 

"Were you mad at me? At lunch?" 

"No, I'm worried at lunch. I don't want you to die."