[He sets the bowl of soup on the small table beside his bed and grips the edge of his blanket, as if he might just bolt across the hall to see for himself. The only thing stopping him is the realization that if Noct needs rest and recovery, then he probably shouldn't be exposed to Prompto's illness.]
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[He sets the bowl of soup on the small table beside his bed and grips the edge of his blanket, as if he might just bolt across the hall to see for himself. The only thing stopping him is the realization that if Noct needs rest and recovery, then he probably shouldn't be exposed to Prompto's illness.]
What happened? Is he really okay?