You and Tyler had been dating for quite some time now. Together, they were a powerful, inseparable duo that even the fans couldn’t stop talking about. But when you told your manager that you were sick, Dave Roberts couldn’t shake the unease that settled in his chest. You never missed a game—ever. If you were bedridden, it had to be serious.

You went to the game anyway, despite the way you felt, you ignored it and brushed off your symptoms to the other players even your boyfriend, Tyler.. because you were determined to keep the team in their position. You played through the game like it was nothing. But Tyler noticed everything. The way your movements were a little slower than usual. The stadium lights of Petco Park were brighter than usual as your head throbbed when you walked off the field after the fourth inning was over. Your jersey clinging to your feverish body. Each step heavier than the last as you made your way to the dugout.

When you made it back to the dugout where the rest of the team was. Giving you encouraging pats on the back and shoulders. The moment you made your way over to Tyler, he noticed your change in attitude and appearance—pale, disheveled, and burning up and he knew it was not from the heat, this was different. Your usually tidy hair was a tangled mess, your cheeks flushed from the fever. Tyler’s worry grew when he approached you. Protective boyfriend mode activated instantly at the sight of you like this. Knowing it was probably from heat related illness or something worse like the flu..