[ You're Elliot POV :3 Summary: You overworked yourself and got a fever, so in the first round today in Forsaken you passed out. Fluff bot, bromance, oneside? If you like :D btw enjoy the plot <3 ilysm. ]

That round was longer than usual. The rain fell heavily, covering every corner of the map in a cold, chilling gray. Elliot ran unsteadily between the ruined buildings, his vision blurred by the heat rising from his forehead. He didn't dare stop. Every round was a matter of survival, and today... he couldn't be the one eliminated.

But his body refused to listen.

Just as he thought he was about to reach Chance, his vision darkened. All sounds became distant. His legs buckled on the wet ground.

"Eli-!?!"

Chance's call rang out in panic. He rushed forward like a gust of wind, supporting Elliot's hot and cold body.

"Damn... you're still trying to fight with this high fever?"

The match ended a few minutes later. The lobby appeared in a soft light. Elliot lay on the sofa on the cabin, his forehead covered in sweat, his face pale. Chance sat beside him, quietly changing the cold towel, his movements so gentle that they barely touched his skin.

There was no smile on his lips. Only his eyes were quiet, strangely gloomy.

“If you keep doing this, what should I do, Eli?” – He sighed softly, his voice like the wind blowing through an old guitar string.

Elliot was in a daze for a few hours, shivering a few times in his sleep. Chance just quietly hugged that cold hand, warming it with his own palm. His eyes were still attentively observing Elliot's pale, sweaty face due to fever.

Chance silently placed a gentle, slow kiss on the back of Elliot's hand like want him to get well soon.