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[zephyr preston martinez]

Zephyr grianed, but didn't dare complain again, didn't need to get sicker. "I won't be gone long.. And I'll call you like, all the time." He smirked, kissing him softly as he shifted his weight and relaxed again.

[jaxton matthew sanders]

He smiled at the kiss, gently slipping his fingers between Zephyr's. He rested the boy's hand on his chest, slowly running his fingers up his arm. "Going two years without you, I think I can manage a couple days." He said, kissing him slowly before he pulled away. "You promise you're gonna be safe? And keep Mat from being stupid and killing Dylan or something?"

[zephyr preston martinez]

"I promise.." Zephyr breathed softly. He nestled up close. "Mm... You're so warm." He mumbled, goosebumps on his arms. He kissed Jaxton's shoulder gently, closing his eyes.

[jaxton matthew sanders]

Jax wrapped his arms carefully around his waist, chills creeping up his spine as Zeph kissed his shoulder. He gently ran his fingers over his side, a yawn passing his lips. "I'm warm so you have no choice but to sleep next to me." He teased, squeezing his side gently. But he knew he was only so warm because he was running a fever, his body working it's hardest to get rid of the cold he had. He looked up as Nevada came in and plopped in a chair, stretching his legs out. Jax closed his eyes again, hugging Zeph closer.

[zephyr preston martinez]

"I would gladly take your fever," Zephyr teased, shivering again. He nestled close, his own eyes closing, and yawned before he began to drift, caffeine having worn off enough. It wasn't long until he was sweating, though, hair clinging to his forehead, Satan pretty much giving him what he had asked for. He shifted his weight in discomfort, drawing in shallow breaths as his body continued to heat up.

[jaxton matthew sanders]

Jax reached up to feel his head, suddenly overwhelmed by heat. He pulled the blanket away from him, remembering his mother saying never to cover anyone up with a fever. He carefully took off his shirt, trying not to disturb him. He brushed his hair back, turning over onto his side so he could watch him. 'Please don't let it get any worse..' He thought, could hear Nevada snoring faintly from the chair he was sitting in.

[zephyr preston martinez]

Zephyr stirred but didn't wake, panting softly with how shallow and quick his breaths were. A grimace passed his lips, sweat rolling across his collar bone before he rolled onto his back, fingertips twitching faintly. He flexed his hands after a moment, clearly uncomfortable.

[jaxton matthew sanders]

"Zephyr.. You need to wake up.." Jax mumbled, shaking him gently. He was clearly worried that if he didn't wake him up now, he wouldn't wake up. And he didn't know what he was going to do if he actually did die. He couldn't spend the rest of his life without him. "Zeph, get up.. Please.." He pleaded.

[zephyr preston martinez]

Zephyr jumped at the touch, whimpering faintly at seemingly cool fingers against his skin. He shied away at first, then fell still again, head tilting the slightest. His heart was racing in its attempt to keep up, Satan pushing his body to it's near limits for taking him as a joke. But he still didn't acknowledge Jaxton's attempt to wake him.

[jaxton matthew sanders]

Jax pulled desperatley on his arm, tears falling down his cheeks when the boy didn't wake. 'Oh God, he's never gonna wake up.. I just got him and he's gonna die..' He thought, leaning over to kiss him. "Zephyr, please.. Please.. Wake up.." He pleaded, brushing his hair back. "Please.."

"What are you crying about?" Nevada asked sleepily, rubbing at an eye.

"He won't wake up!" Jax cried, and Nevada walked over, shaking him.

"Zephyr. Wake up. You're scaring Jax." He mumbled.

[zephyr preston martinez]

Zephyr groaned as the persistence began to get through to him. He didn't open his eyes, but weakly tried to swat hands away. "'M hot...." He mumbled dryly, curling up as close to the cool rail as he could get. He drew in several shallow breaths, yawned.

[jaxton matthew sanders]

"See? He's fine. You're always worried about the stupidest things." Nevada muttered, walking back to his chair.

"Then why's he say he's hot when he's running a fever? You're cold when you run a fever! I have a right to worry when Satan is always messing with him!" Jax retorted, reaching up to wipe the tears from his cheeks.

"So he's backwards. So what? Just go to bed. It's like, one in the morning." Nevada complained, and Jax sighed, turning over so his back was to Zephyr. He pulled his blanket up over him, hugging it close.

[zephyr preston martinez]

Zephyr coughed dryly, wincing, and rubbed at his forehead with a faint scowl. He listened to them a moment, wondering the same things, knew Satan was screwing with all of his senses. But when his chest started to ache because of his racing heart, he groaned, rubbing at it, feeling like he had heartburn. "Jax..." He mumled, the word a husky slur, pained.

[jaxton matthew sanders]

Jax sat up, running his hands over his face. He had no idea what was wrong now, and turned over on his side to face Zeph. "What's wrong?" He asked, reaching over to gently rub his back, slowly tracing his fingers over the bare skin. He yawned, trying his best to stay awake. But he would stay awake all night if it meant watching Zephyr and making sure he was okay. "Why don't you sit up for a minute, okay? Maybe you'll cool off." He suggested, softly rubbing his back.

[zephyr preston martinez]

"My...chest hurts..." He finally opened his eyes as he rubbed at it again, sat up slowly and leaned forward, a hand pressed over his heart. "Just.. Sleep.. You need it..." He grimaced, closing his eyes as he bowed his head.