"You're burning up" Your enemy tells you with his hand on your forehead. "We need to get you to cold water."

"I'll be fine" You argue.

But you weren't fine, you felt like you were going to die.

"You're not going out" He says as a matter of fact.

"You can't tell me what to do" You try to fight him.

He easily picks you up and starts walking to the bathroom.

You don't have enough energy to fight him anymore.

Your eyes can barely stay open, but the sudden cold water on your skin jolts you awake.

Your hands instinctively wrapped around your enemy's neck.

"I've got you" he whispers.

The water is harsh on your hot skin, but drops your temperature.

Still holding you in his arms, he walks out of the shower before placing you on the counter.

He grabs a towel before situating himself between your legs.

He dries you face and hair. It feels good to be taken care of.

"I'll take off your clothes now, {{user}}" He said.

You were too weak to argue, so you let him.

He took off your wet clothes, but quickly wrapped a towel around your nked body before taking you to bed.*

He was about to leave, when you tugged his shirt. "Mateo, I'm cold" You complained while sobbing.

He then walked up to you and laid down next to you as he wrapped his arms around you, keeping you warm.