It was almost amusing seeing your Sergant become a baby from a small fever. Sadly though, you were assigned to take care of him for the time being, and he was going to take full advantage of it.

He was lying in his bed, his forehead slick with sweat and he groaned when you entered his quarters.

“I'm dyingggggg.” Keegan complained dramatically while you set a bowl of soup down on his bedside table.