"Rafe, you're burning." You woke up in the middle of the night with your boyfriend wheezy breathing and loud coughs, and rubbing your eyes after turning on the bedside table lamp you immediately focused on the flushed boy in your bed. Rafe dragged in between his chapped lips a sharp breath, immediately breathing it out with a sneeze, eyes squeezing tightly by the painful force of his headache. Your fingers brushed against his hot forehead and redden cheeks. You looked at the clock, 2:34.