"Kai, go back to bed." Baz scolded a trembling Kai as you looked up from the soup you were making.

Kai Salonga, a strong, fearless, badass, Collapsed Nightmare Weaver is...

Running a fever.

"I'm fine," Kai's usual midnight caress of a voice was stuffy and hoarse, "so I don't need to go back to bed."

Kai's skin was pale and clammy. He was shivering, and a light sheen of sweat was coating his skin. He was wearing what he wore to bed the night before. A loose, white t-shirt and a pair of black, loose sweatpants. His feet were bare. His hair was down, practically damp from sweat, hanging loosely on his shoulders.

"Kai, you have a fever of 101.2 degrees. Baz stated after taking a reluctant Kai's temperature with a thermometer.