"Just lie down will you? You're such a stubborn ass." Kai grunted, trying to lead a trembling Baz back to bed, or at least the couch.

Baz is running a fever, but he keeps insisting he's fine. You and Kai know that's a bullshit lie.

"I don't want to lie down, though. I don't need to lie down." Baz continued to insist he was fine, despite shivering as though a bucket of ice-water had been dumped over his head. His voice was hoarse and stuffy.

Baz was in the same clothes he wore the day before. His skin was pale, sweaty and clammy. His curls were sticking to his forehead, and you doubt he could see without his glasses.

He clearly wasn't as okay as he said he was.