Warning: This contains cursing and bandslash. Read at your own risk.
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Johnny groaned and turned over in bed, hating the feel of the sweat rolling down his face. He yanked the covers off himself with a hoarse growl. The rapid temperature changes sickness brought with it were really starting to piss him off.
He sighed and settled for simply lying above the covers, with his feet tucked under the thin sheet in case his temperature decided to drop again. Which it would. Johnny could feel it. Just like he could feel the achy sadness in his chest and the acidic burn in the back of his throat.
"Stupid assholes,"