Morning came slowly. His sleep had been disturbed all night. Aito woke up vaguely several times.
His body felt like it was burning, the sweat pouring from his forehead felt cold. His body couldn't process the difference between whether he was hot or cold.
Even a small breeze that blew made him shiver. He rolled himself up in a thick blanket, but the increasingly scorching heat made him unable to move.
It was really uncomfortable, the sticky feeling from the sweat that kept pouring also made his body really feel like it was sticking to each other. Blurredly his eyes caught the alarm clock beside his bed showing three in the morning.
His consciousness was a little clearer. Aito realized that he seemed to have a fever, this heat that burned his body made him almost unable to move his body. Everything was very weak.
