( He makes a sound, something like a groan and a whine but he's really in no state to resist. He feels heavy, like his body is more lead than flesh and bone. There's a hand on his back and it feels nice through all of the soreness and heaviness he's feeling. He feels cooler the moment she removes the comforter but he also feels incredibly vulnerable without it and as she rubs at his back, he might make a noise that sounds something like a quiet cry. )

Stay. ( Here? With her? Or with his memories. ) Don't go. Stay here!

( His hands fumble and get tangled but he throws his arms around her, holding her protectively close. )

Just don't go, don't go... ( He's so feverish, he's delirious, ) Who's there? ( In his memory, someone is there. SOmeone is there, slashing and attacking. ) I can't... remember...

( Whispering, )

Why is it hot?