August let out a sigh as he ran a hand through his hair. He was sitting up on the bed in the dark, his eyes moving to the small room and adjusting to catch the outline of objects here and there. His head was pounding and his forehead was covered in sweat. He felt his body shiver as the cold wind from the open window kissed his skin.
"Are you awake?"
He heard Vincent's voice ask as a hand found his slim fingers under the duvet.
"Yes," he replied before pausing. "My head hurts."
Soon enough August felt the area beside him on the bed raise with the action of Vincent sitting up. He was soon in Vincent's hold, his face buried in his boyfriend's shoulder.
"Damn, this fever is sure taking its sweet time to leave," Vincent muttered against August's hair. They stayed like that until Vincent br
