From one proxy to another proxy [Ticcimask]

Chap. 14: Remorse Is the Poison of Life

—I'm so hot.

He said, throwing the sheets aside and then covering himself again because of the cold thanks to his sweat. 

He kept complaining and moving around desperately in bed. 

—You're so exaggerated, Rogers.

Toby didn't answer, he kept tossing and turning, throwing the sheets and then pulling them up again.

—Just take one foot out.

—Shit, his forehead is burning—Hoodie said while touching him.

—That much? —Masky touched Toby's forehead— Shit...

Hoodie sighed and both of them left the room, still able to hear Toby's moans.

—I think i have a thermometer somewhere...

—Ann's?

—Yeah... i'm gonna get it.

—I'm gonna make him some soup.

After a while the two proxies met in Toby's bedroom.

—Toby are you awake? —he asked and put the soup on the nightstand.

—Obviously—answered frowning and with his eyes closed, he bit his lip hard as if that would relieve the headache the fever was causing him.

—Stop biting your lip, that's not gonna help—Masky sat next to him, put the hand under his shirt and placed the thermometer under his arm. 

—Oh, leave me alone...

—Don't move, you're gonna break the thermometer.

Toby covered his face with the other arm, the light was bothering him.

—I'm... hot...

And once again he threw the sheets.

—Shit...

—How high? —Hoodie asked.

—A bit more than 100...

—Can you go talk somewhere else?! 

—You should take a cold shower.

—I don't want to...

—Rogers listen to Hoodie.

—Just eat the soup and try to sleep—Hoodie got up and left.

Masky sighed and followed him, but not without giving Toby one last look before leaving. 

—He has a high fever...

—I know but the only thing we can do is wait, since he doesn't wanna shower.

—Fucking Rogers...

Hoodie was making coffee.

—You haven't started smoking yet, that's weird.

—You think i'm some addict or what?

Truth is he was an addict, Masky was addicted to tobacco and he really wanted to be smoking but his mind was busy thinking about how to lower Toby's fever.

—We got ice? 

On the other hand, Toby was still struggling to sleep. He angrily took off his shirt and threw it on the floor, seconds later covered himself with the sheets up to his head because of the cold. 

The door opened slowly.

—I see you're still up.

—I can't sleep! —answered, still under the sheets.