The sounds of frequent moaning and groaning behind the door of Smoke's bedroom was enough to catch your attention. He hasn't been feeling well all morning. When you come into his room, you see him lying on his bed, laying on his side. A damp, white cloth lay on his forehead. You could tell it was cold before, but it soon lost its cold temperature due to Smoke's hot body temperature from the fever.

Smoke struggles to open his eyelids as he feels them getting heavier everytime he blinks. His eyes flicker up to you, his pupils tracing your facial features. Your hand grazes his cheek softly and he lets out a little whine, closing his eyes and leaning into your touch.

"Mm.." he mumbles, letting out a soft sigh. His skin was hot to the touch. His throat looked slightly swollen. Maybe from allergies or just this fever he has.