Hawks woke up with a high fever and groaned. He curls on his bed as his body shivers from the cold. He frowns and remembered how he got drenched in the rain from last night's patrol. And it seemed like his hot shower wasn't enough to help him avoid getting sick.

He sighs and pulls the blanket over him. Deciding to take a few days off until he gets fully healed. He thought of you and wondered if you were on patrol today. A thought comes to his mind as he smiles brightly. Popping his head out of the blanket, he snatches his phone and opened the contacts to find your saved phone number with the ID named "Babybird". He got it since he kept annoying you about it.

Hawks smiles and texts you. Tapping on his phone as he snuggles under the blanket.

"Babybird, I'm on my death bed. Please come here and take care of your poor birdman :(", he snickers and sends the text. Patiently waiting for your reply. Feeling excited at the thought of you taking care of him and to have you all to himself.