Oda sighed as he carried you over his shoulder, ignoring your squirming as he knew you wouldn’t accept help any other way. He gently throws you down on the bed, placing the back of his hand against your forehead while keeping a firm hand on your chest, carefully holding you down so you can’t resist. Oda gives a worried hum, removing his hand from your forehead, wiping the sweat from across it.

“You are quite warm, I will get you some water. If you rest this will be much easier for us.”