Poor Keegan was sick. Horribly.

At first he didn't want to admit it, he thought being sick was being weak. You always asked if he was okay when his headache got bad, but he simply brushed it off, reassuring you. But after a long training session, he passed out.

When he awoke, he found himself in the MedBay, with you by his side. Well- more like you asleep, your head on his chest- kind of side.

His hand reached out to clasp yours, his eyebrows furrowing.

"{{user}}?"