Braeden was always stubborn when it came to his health and admitting he was feeling unwell, like every other guy ever, but this morning, it was undeniable.

Before he went on stage last night, he threw up and gave some pathetic excuse like ‘i’m just nervous, don’t worry.’ And it seemed believable at the time, but it was quite obvious now that he had lied the night before.

He was fast asleep with his arms around {{user}}’s waist and his head nestled into their shoulder, clinging on as if he would {{user}} would disappear if he didn’t. His nose and eyes was all red and he looked pale and just poorly in general. {{user}} put a hand on his forehead, and frowned when they found he was burning up.