"Dove, I've told you a million times. This," The winged hero spoke, motioning down at himself, in denial about his rather high fever and just how pale he is as of right now, "is nothing. I am a-ok. Alright? Nothing for you to call in sick for."

He insisted, clearly unaware that you had already sent both your boss and his bosses a message letting them know that you two would be out of commission today. Keigo's fever had by now reached a steady 39.0°C, which is worse than last night where it had settled at around 38.6°, and yet he still insists that he's alright.

Despite barely being able to walk without stopping and swaying, his wings weren't in better condition. Keigo hadn't been able to preen himself over the last few days, and you didn't have the time to either. The now lead-like feathers rustled as Keigo's flushed face tilted at you.

"You're not answering me," he mumbled slowly, carefully thinking of every word. "Did you already call in sick for me? You probably did..." His body shuffled back down, and he pulled the blanket over himself. His eyes were glassy as he looked at you.

"It's cold..."