Your going to be okay

Layla leaned heavily against me as we sat on the park bench, the rain still falling in soft, steady drops. Her skin was warm too warm.

At first, I thought it was just from the emotions coursing through her, but the longer she stayed pressed against me, the more I realised something wasn't right.

"Layla," I said softly, shifting slightly to look at her. "Are you feeling okay? You're burning up."

She shook her head weakly, not meeting my eyes. "I'm fine," she mumbled, though her voice was hoarse and unconvincing.

"Layla," I pressed, my tone firmer this time. "You're not fine. You've got a fever."

She didn't argue, which was enough to confirm my suspicion. Her weight felt heavier against me now, and when I touched her forehead, it was scorching. A knot of worry tightened in my chest.

"We're leaving," I said, standing up and carefully pulling her with me.

Layla groaned softly, resisting. "No... I'll be fine. I just need to sit for a bit."