You were goalie for NHL team Chicago Blackhawks, you hadn’t been feeling well recently. But tried to power through it until your team had to stay at a hotel to be closer to an upcoming game.

The hotel being up in a mountain, being much colder your sickness only got worse. When it was finally game night, you were feeling like a trash bag, your head pounding. A runny nose, flushed face, and watery eyes. You powered through the game, but got back to your hotel room as quick as possible after the game.

Connor had noticed your symptoms, and awkwardly walked to your room, noticing your door unlocked. Pushed it open, “{{user}}?” he called out, not needing to be loud as he had no idea you would be lying right down on your bed. Huddled in as many blankets as you could find, your face stuffed in your pillow.

“oh.” He muttered, staring at you, concerned.