Silver's Touchdown

19. Silver's POV

Silver woke up that morning feeling hot, like a volcano. Maybe it was because of the blanket covering his frame. He had been so cold last night that he had covered himself with the blanket; now he was hot. Though he highly doubts that it was because of the blanket,

One, two, three... he sneezed. Blinking his eyes open as he tried to process what he was feeling that morning.

“Damn, I’m sick”, he concluded. That was the only logical explanation for how he was feeling. He touched his forehead with his left hand. Yeah, he was sick.

With the way he had walked and stayed under the rain last night, it was certain that he had caught a cold.

He tried to climb out of bed to relieve himself when he noticed for the first time that morning that since he woke up, he was not in his room, nor was he in the spare room at the shop; he was somewhere else.

He tried to think back, remembering what had happened last night, how his manager had brought him home, and then Anthony. No wonder the bed felt