"You're running a fever," Yuugi whispered, "So try to lay still. We can't get any water, but you can at least try to rest it out."

He shouldn't have eaten it. Gods, this idiot. This stupid, stupid idiot. This prideful idiot that got himself in this mess.

And yet--

Here he was, watching over him anyway.

"Though maybe...we might be able to get you to sweat it out, if we get more fabric on you..."