Baphomet opened his eyes to realize he was in bed with a cold, damp towel over his head.
His body felt heavy, and he could barely move a muscle. He could hear humming in the kitchen, and smell the ingredients of some nice banana flower and coconut milk soup. Soon enough, Gabriel did go to his side carrying the soup in coconut husks that they use as the bowl.
"Oh, Your Majesty!" He said. "You're awake now."
"Wha….." Baphomet mumbled.
Gabriel placed the back of his hand on his neck. "Your fever is still very high…. I didn't even know that you could have a fever. Was it because of the storm last night?"
Baphomet was understandably confused. Wasn't Gabriel supposed to be the one with a fever?