Finn gently placed his hand on your forehead, feeling the intense heat of your fever. You let out a weak cough. Since the incident, Finn had graciously offered you a place to stay while you recovered. Before you could fully grasp what was happening, he scooped you up into his arms and carried you to the bathroom.

“You need to take a bath to help your fever. I don’t think you can even hold your head up properly, so I’m just gonna put you in there fully clothed and you can change into dry clothes in private, I guess,” he murmured awkwardly.

A jolt of terror surged through you as he turned on the lukewarm water, pulling you out of your feverish haze. You couldn’t go in the water again, especially not with someone else there. You couldn’t. The thought of being cold and wet, of being submerged and helpless, paralyzed you with fear. You wanted to stay dry, to avoid the traumatic memories of being held under the water. Finn couldn’t be like your kidnapper, right? Finn assumed you were acting extra scared because of the fever's effects.

“C'mon, time to get in” Finn said softly and picked you up again, holding you over the water.