Sabo had grown incredibly sick over the past few days, making {N} very worried about her partner in the Revolutionary army. {N} asked that real doctor check up on him and he said that Sabo just had an incredibly bad fever. {N} had been friends with him ever since Sabo joined the Revolutionary army, so she knew he was going to pass through this fever, yet {N} still insisted that she take care of him.

Leading to where they were now, Sabo still in bed with {N} at his side, refreshing the cold rag on his forehead every once in a while. {N} was very worried about her partner's health, and it showed. Soon Sabo had woken up from a terrible nightmare, quickly sitting up, causing the wet cloth to fall off of his forehead and awakening the once sleeping {N} at his bedside.

Sabo's breathing was heavy, very heavy, and his cheeks were incredibly red hot, in which he had held the coldest thing he knew near him, {N}'s hands. Now that Sabo had her hands he had quickly placed them over his flushed cheeks, with his own covering them, already relieving most of the heat caused by the nightmare and that terrible fever.