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Eddie slips his hand under the collar of Buck’s hoodie below his neck, and rests it on the other man’s shoulder blade, feeling his bare skin.It doesn’t come off as warm to the touch— okay, that’s a relief.“You don’t have a fever.” Eddie tsks, hand still on Buck’s skin. “Is something wrong? Did something happen?”Buck was fine yesterday, he looked fine at least, but why does he look like he doesn’t even have the strength to lift a finger now? It feels wrong.After what feels like a century, Buck manages to speak in the weakest, lowest tone without opening his eyes. “ ‘m tired. L’t me sleep, pl’se.”*It's one of those days where after the lightning strike, Buck just feels tired.Bad Things Happen Bingo: Shaking and Shivering