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The next day, Shubman woke up feeling like he'd been hit by a truck. His body ached even more than it had after his training session the previous day.
His throat was sore, and his head throbbed with every movement. He groaned as he shifted under the covers, hoping that it was just exhaustion.
But the chills creeping up his spine told him otherwise.
Kamari, who had been sound asleep beside him, stirred when she heard his groan. She blinked her eyes open and immediately sat up, concern replacing the grogginess in her face.
"Shubman?" she asked, her voice soft but filled with worry. "Are you okay?"
He rubbed his forehead with the back of his hand, his voice hoarse. "I feel like crap, Kamari," he admitted, his eyes heavy as he looked up at her. "My head is killing me... and I can barely move."
Kamari's eyes softened as she reached out to feel his forehead. He was burning up with a fever. "Oh no, you're running a fever."
She quickly got out of bed, her movements swift. "Stay here, I'll be right back, okay?"
Shubman groaned in response, sinking deeper into the bed. "You don't have to do anything, Kamari. Just... just let me sleep this off."
"Nope," she said firmly, returning quickly with a thermometer. "You're not going anywhere until I make sure you're okay."
She placed the thermometer in his mouth, and after a few moments, she read the result. "You're at 101°F. This is more than just exhaustion, babe. You need rest—and some medicine. I'm going to take care of you today, alright?"
He looked up at her, the exhaustion in his eyes making him seem even more vulnerable. "You really don't have to," he muttered, but the concern in her gaze made him soften.
Kamari just smiled, kissing his forehead gently. "You know I want to. Now, just relax and let me handle this, okay, baby?"
"Fine, fine," he mumbled, finally letting his eyes close again as he laid back against the pillows.
Kamari immediately got to work. She went into the kitchen and prepared a glass of water with medicine, mixing it up carefully.
When she returned, she helped him sit up, lifting his head as she handed him the medicine.
