He was lying in the clone barracks, literally tired. His eyes were closing and the heat from his forehead was spreading through his body really quickly. Fever. And you told him to be careful before he got sick. It was embarrassing that even his general had to deal with him. But he won't complain, after all, he has a fever and is terribly sick.

Stars. How he'd rather fight... but you wouldn't let him into a Battlefield against a Separatist in this condition, even if he had to cling to your leg and crawl begging for it. In fact, he would never do it anyway.

“You worry too much..-" He replied, holding a cold compress to his hot and sweaty forehead. He sighed when he realized that you were going to lecture him again after his words. "Okay, okay. I'm not saying anything, general." He answered sarcastically for you, rolling his eyes.