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Connor growled in frustration at his clock.

He was tossing and turning most of the morning and decided to finally wake up, much to his dismay.

"It's 3:00 in the damn morning," said Connor in a frustrated tone.

He got out of bed and went downstairs into the kitchen. He was going to make himself a cup of coffee but then decided to make tea so he wouldn't haven't listen to Haytham nag at him for drinking something with caffeine in it. After he made the tea, Connor went into the living room and turned on the TV, muting it and putting captions on.

"I wonder if anything is on," Connor whispered hoarsely.

He flipped through the channels silently before settling on history show. While he watched the show, he sipped at his tea. When he finished the tea, Connor grabbed the blanket that was draped across the couch and wrapped it around himself. He snuggled into the couch and continued to watch the show, hoping to finally fall asleep. Unfortunately, Connor did not fall asleep. Instead, he stayed wide awake and continued to watch TV until Haytham came down.

"Connor?" Haytham asked at the bottom of the stairs. "I thought you were still in bed."

"Couldn't sleep," said Connor, looking up at his father.

Haytham raised an eyebrow.

"How long have you been awake?"

"Since 3:00 this morning."

Haytham's eyes widened.

"You've been up since 3 in the bloody morning?!" Haytham shouted in disbelief.

Connor nodded.

"Please don't do that anymore," said Haytham, sighing as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Sleep is important right now."

Connor rolled his eyes but nodded again.

"Yes dad," he replied.

"Now," said Haytham, clapping his hands, "it's time for breakfast. What do you want to eat?"

The teen shrugged. Connor followed Haytham to the kitchen and sat down at the table. Haytham opened the cabinets and looked through them.

"How about oatmeal?" Haytham asked, pulling out the box.

Connor, once again, shrugged.

"I really don't care," said Connor, leaning on his right hand.

Haytham sighed but began to make the oatmeal. Once the oatmeal has been made and given out, the two Kenways sat down and ate breakfast. Then, when breakfast was finished, Haytham took Connor's temperature.

"38.61°C," read Haytham before he shook the thermometer. "It's better than yesterday."

"I wish this fever would go away," grumbled Connor, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair.

"I know lad," said Haytham, giving him a pat on the shoulder.

"I can't believe I'm even saying this," said Connor, sitting up and looking Haytham straight in the eye, "but I really want to go back to school."

"Yeah, a healthy teenage boy would never say that," Haytham responded, chuckling.

"It gets boring," Connor replied.

Haytham nodded.

"It does. Now, go lay down and try to take a bit of a nap."

Connor decided to be stubborn and shook his head.

"Connor, you've been up since three in the morning," said Haytham in a stern voice. "You're going to take a nap."

"I'm not tired," said Connor, stubbornly.

"I'm not going to fight with you today," said Haytham, frowning as he crossed his arms. "Now go lay down."

"No!"

"Now Ratonhnhaké:ton."

Connor glared at Haytham but huffed and finally went into the living room and lied down on the couch. Haytham followed and covered Connor with a blanket once he laid down.

"Now, call for me if you need anything," said Haytham before going to do chores.