Johnny woke up to Roy lying next to him. This was unusual, but it has happened before. The last time it happened was several months ago. The older paramedic had had a nightmare and crawled into Johnny's bed while half asleep. Johnny figured that a nightmare was what happened this time around as well. Johnny shifted his body in an attempt to get out of bed, but found that he couldn't move. Roy's arm rested on the other man's torso, his leg draped over Johnny's. He was essentially being pinned down. Johnny soon took notice of how hot Roy's skin was. His felt like ice in comparison. It was clear to Johnny that Roy was suffering from a high fever. Johnny tried again to get out of the bed, seeing as the extra body heat wouldn't be good for Roy, but for some reason found that his muscles wouldn't cooperate.
Although the rest of his body wouldn't move, Johnny was able to turn his head to face the other paramedic. "Roy? Roy? Hey, can you wake up?" Roy's eyes cracked open and looked at Johnny. Johnny was surprised by how normal his face looked, no sweating or redness. He didn't look like he had a fever at all, yet his skin felt like it was burning.
"Johnny, are you okay? Are you feeling better?" Roy shifted so he was sitting upright, then his hands moved to Johnny's wrist to take a pulse.
"What are you talking about? I'm fine, you're the one who's burning up, your fever's probably at a hundred and four." Roy scanned Johnny the way he scanned a patient. He had a calm, professional paramedic look to him, which included a strict attention to detail to everything the other person did.
"What do you remember about the last run?" Roy asked while massaging Johnny's fingers with his palms.
Johnny tried his best to think back, but his memories seemed to jumble together in a vague haziness. "I can't remember."
"I'll help you out. There was a ship that crashed against the dock, and we had to rescue the people who fell overboard. It was really cold, and you had to keep getting in and out of the water. You developed severe hypothermia. We brought you back to Rapart to get you better."
Johnny was having a hard time wrapping his muddled head around everything Roy was saying. All he was aware of was that his body now felt like he had been frozen from the inside out.
"I'm cold." He mewled as his body began shivering in an uncontrollable, almost violent manner. Roy lay back down beside Johnny, holding the younger man against him to utilize skin to skin contact.
"I know this might seem scary, but the shaking is a good thing. It means your body is fighting against the cold. It means you're getting better" Roy reminded him gently.
"Sure doesn't feel better." Johnny managed to say in between the intense muscle spasms.
"Take it easy, you'll be okay." Roy reassured him.
Though his muscles seemed to have a mind of its own, Johnny managed to wrap his arms around Roy and hold onto him tightly, his anchor in the middle of the frozen storm.