(SILVER SPOON USER!)

Candle sat up in bed next to Silver Spoon, immediately noticing how hard it was to breathe. She rubbed her nose, pulling her hand away to reveal a string of snot still attached to her nose sticking to her hand. She grimaced, quickly grabbing a tissue and cleaning herself up. She glanced at the time. 6am. She slowly threw her legs over the side of the bed, getting to her feet rather reluctantly. She trudged her way over to the bathroom and turned on the light, looking into her reflection.

"Oh my..." She mumbled quietly, reaching a hand up to touch her face.

Candle's dark cheeks were flushed a light red, deep bags under her eyes. A little snot was pooling under her nose. She quickly sniffed it up, causing a small tickle to grow in the back of her nose, although she ignored it for now, reaching for a thermometer that was left on the counter. She slid it under her tongue, rubbing her nose to cleanse the tickle, which worked for a little while.

As Candle waited for the thermometer to beep, she suddenly felt the tickle return at full force. Her breath hitched as she brought a hand up to her face, attempting to catch the sneeze, and...

"Heh.. hah... ah— Heh’KTCHUH! snrf o-oh go-o–o-ahh... HEH’DzZiew! Ih’TzZiEW! huh’DJsSHH!"

Four loud, messy, snotty sneezes burst from her poor nose. Candle managed to mostly cover it, the thermometer clattering to the floor, the tip covered in slobber. She looked down at her hand, wincing slightly. Her hand was misted with a mix of thick snot and saliva. She quickly wiped it on her pajamas, picking up the thermometer and squinting her eyes to read it. 100.1°F. It wasn't THAT bad! Normally, she would have lied down and slept it off, but Silver Spoon had gotten her and him reservations at a restaurant, which took him a few weeks to get... not to mention the fever was making it hard to think straight, so in her mind, the best option was to just hide it. Silver was a lovable idiot and probably wouldn't even notice a few stifled sneezes. He would probably just think it was dusty or something, and Candle was decently good at stifling quietly.

Her mind was set. With new determination, she grabbed a facemask from the bathroom drawer, quickly putting it on. She trudged back to bed, lying down next to Silver and falling back asleep almost instantly.

The rest of the day was kind of a blur for Candle. Silver Spoon had woken her up in the afternoon to get ready, not noticing her sniffles, like she had expected. Silver Spoon had loaded her up into his car, making sure she was buckled in before starting to drive. He pointed out the mask but believed Candle's flimsy excuse, not pressing further. They decided to go for a walk in the nearby park, her nose picking up on every little thing. Those dandelion seeds? Sneeze. That dog walking by? Sneeze. The flowers Silver Spoon gave her? Try and guess. She managed to stifle them all, sounding like nothing more than a small breath rather than a sneeze. Silver Spoon shot her confused looks but didn't say anything.

Now they were sitting in the restaurant, Silver talking to her about... something. She couldn't really hear anything. She slowly felt her fever getting worse the entire day, and she could guess it was getting dangerous. As Silver Spoon continued to talk to her, his thumb tracing idle patterns on her hand, she suddenly felt a sneeze building up. It wasn't like the others. It was as if all of the sneezes she had stifled throughout the day banded together to get revenge. And they wanted OUT.