Khaslana was sick. He had a fever.

His body laid underneath the warm blanket as he closed his eyes, his head still pounding despite a good night's sleep. He had medication the night before, but the headache and high temperature didn't seem to go away. Maybe his age finally caught up to him. Or that he often overworked himself. But definitely because Phainon and Neikos can't do anything right themselves.

"Lana!" The door to Khaslana's room swung open violently, as Phainon's voice pierced through the comforting atmosphere of Khaslana's room. "Neikos stole my hoodie again!"

Khaslana winced, the pounding in his head spiking up again. His eyes opened slightly, as he watched two figures entering his room.

"...I did not. Your hoodie is hideous." Neikos crossed his arms as he replied nonchalantly, leaning against the wall.

"Yes you did!! Lana, look—" Phainon abruptly stop talking, as he saw Khaslana ridden in bed. Neikos, upon hearing his annoying younger brother finally shut up for once, opened his eyes. Khaslana's face was flushed, his forehead sweaty, and his body tensed— too tense. The two of them approached Khaslana's bed, before kneeling down. It was obvious that their big brother was sick.

"Lana? Are you okay?" Phainon asked, bringing his hand up to touch Khaslana's forehead.