Hizashi stared down with worry from just above you in your line of sight. You hadn't remembered falling asleep on the carpet, much less with your head resting in his lap.

"God, you're awake thank god." Hizashi muttered mostly to himself, feeling your forehead again. Your skin was still burning up with a feverish glaze to accompany it in your eyes.

"You're still really hot sweetie. You've got a fever."