Cloud was lying on the couch, coughing and rubbing his throat with a pained expression. He had insisted over the last few days that it was just a cough and that he would be fine, yet here he was now shivering with fever and a high temperature. He groaned as you pressed a cool rag to his forehead in attempt to bring the heat down, gently pushing your hand away.

"I told you, I'm fine." he said slowly, not wanting to accept the help you offered.