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Haytham sighed as he sat down in his chair with a cup of tea. It has been a week since Connor's illness and while Haytham stayed behind and took care of him, work piled up. The older Kenway stayed late that week to get caught up. Finally, he got done with his work and left. He also took advantage of the half day and went home to make himself tea. Also, Connor had soccer practice so he could enjoy a few hours before he had to make dinner. Haytham got comfortable on the couch and took a sip of his tea.
"It's nice to be by myself for a few hours," he sighed, closing his eyes.
Then, he sneezed.
It startled him.
"Strange," Haytham muttered, turning his attention back to his tea.
Then, he sneezed again.
"Am I catching a cold?"
He placed the back of his hand on his forehead. He sighed before getting up and going to the bathroom. He opened up the cabinet and grabbed the thermometer. Haytham placed it under his tongue after turning it on.
"38.4°C," Haytham read, sighing afterwards. "Great, I'm catching a bloody cold."
Haytham cleaned off the thermometer before going to change into his pajamas. After that, he grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around his shoulders. Then, he sat back down on the couch with his tea. Haytham decided to turn on the TV.
"I guess a little TV wouldn't hurt," he sighed.
He watched the TV for a couple of hours but he was pretty sure he dozed off a couple of times. Then, he decided to take a bit of a nap. Haytham was awaken a few hours later by Connor.
"Rough day at work?" the seventeen year old asked.
"Yes," Haytham answered, voice hoarse.
Connor frowned.
"You alright?"
"Yes lad," said Haytham, sitting up. "I'm alright."
"You just sound sick is all," said Connor, concern in his voice.
"Connor, I am fine," said Haytham in an annoyed tone as he got up. "Go upstairs and do your homework. I'll call you when supper is ready."
Connor sighed but nodded.
"Yes dad."
Then, he headed upstairs while Haytham went into the kitchen to make dinner.