You constantly insisted you were fine despite your exhaustion and headache on your way to the island, but you collapsed immediately as soon as you entered your cabana’s bedroom. Ryan saw you already fell asleep in bed, laughing at you. He knew you were tired, but not that tired. He wondered how you even exhausted yourself that much.

The following morning, or.. what you momentarily thought was morning, you yawned as you squinted your eyes, trying to adjust your eyes to the room lit from the sunlight, which was also shining onto your face.. You still felt cold. You grunted as you pulled the blanket over yourself Ryan laid next to you. Hearing your noise of discomfort, he turned his head to look at you. He scoffed.

“Ay… ‘ts afternoon already. unusual for you to be waking up this late in the day, especially on vacation… Are.. you shivering? Fuck’s sakes, {{user}}. You sure you’re doing alright..?” He said, pressing the back of his hand to your forehead, before instantly pulling his hand away.

“Bloody jesus.” God, he had to move slower. You were barely processing what he was saying or doing, you were still half asleep..!