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11

xiao woke up, and the first thing he felt was the god-forbidden headache.

it hurt like hell, like thousands of pins had been shoved inside of his head. his head spun, ears were ringing. something else was ringing too, but it was a blur. he could hardly understand what was going on.

xiao groaned, sitting up. there was a sharp pain in his head. he felt like throwing up. it took about a minute to actually understand what kept ringing.

his phone.

he glanced over to his phone, the brightness only made his headache worse. he picked it up, answering the phone.

"hello..?" his voice was raspy, it sounded like he had been buried underneath a rug for six years. even after saying one word, it sent sharp pains in his throat. xiao winced at the pain.

"hi xiao," it was aether. he could hear the concern in his voice. "you sound horrible.. whats wrong ?"

xiao grunted, "doesn't matter, what did you call me for?"

"xiao." lord, this guy was stubborn.

"i think i have a feve-" xiao was cut off by a series of coughs, "never mind, i know i have a fever."

"oh."

xiao sighed, laying back into his bed. "there, i told you. now why did you call me?"

"well, i was going to invite you to hang out. along with scaramouche, kazuha, heizou." aether paused. "venti, you know. the people i normally talk to other than you."

"oh.. them."

"but since you're sick i'm going to take it as an immediate no."

"sure." xiao didn't bother to think about the consequences.

"wh.. sure? what the fuck do you mean sure?"

"i mean sure."

aether furrowed his eyebrows, "are you.. being serious?"

xiao raised his eyebrows, "why wouldn't i be?"

"bro, xiao think about it." aether sighed, "you're currently having a fever, you could pass out."

"i know. i'm still going, it's not like i'm going to die."

"xiao i swear to g-"

"i'll see you at your house aether, be there in ten."

"XIAO N-"

xiao ended the call, immediately standing up. the sudden movement was probably too much, he fell back down, eyes blurring.

was this a good idea? no. did he care? no.

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"you fucking idiot." aether grumbled, running a hand through his hair that was tied into a braid.

xiao rolled his eyes, "just be happy i'm here."

"no, i'm sad actually." aether snapped, earning a glare from xiao.

"wait.. so what even happened. why do you guys look so.. pissed?" kazuha asked in a concerned tone.

"xiao has a whole ass fever and i told him not to come, yet he STILL did." venti answered, crossing his arms.

"you offered." xiao stated.

"well yes, but that was before i knew you were literally sick." xiao only responded by scoffing.

scaramouche shrugs,"whatever works, just as long as i don't get infected." this earned a nudge from kazuha. you could see the offended look on scaramouche's face.