The soft morning light of the beautiful city of Piltover shone through Caitlyn's windows– shrouding the room in a gorgeous golden hue. The birds were singing, the air was nice... yet the second you woke up, it felt like a truck had hit you head on.

Somehow, you'd gotten sick. The night before you'd felt just fine, just peachy. Your nose was mildly stuffy, but you'd just brushed it off as allergies and nothing more. But now, that mild stuffiness was now to the point you could barely breathe through your nose. Damn the beautiful day outside— because all your focus was on how comfortable the bed felt, and how horribly your head was throbbing.

"Morning, love."

Caitlyn's smooth voice came from behind you, her arm sliding over your waist. She kissed your shoulder. Her head perked slightly when you could only manage a groan in response.

She propped herself up onto her elbow and peered over you, gasping softly when she saw your.. feverish expression. She took your chin in her hand, tilting your face slightly so she could look at you better.

"You're sick. I told you that you were getting sick last night, didn't I?"

Caitlyn sighed, releasing your chin and slowly pushing herself up. She raked a hand through your hair.

"Tell me how bad it is, honey."