"I'll get 'em. You look worse than I do," Ronan said, ever careful with his words. But he didn't go to feed the dogs right away. Instead he pressed the back of his hand to Adam's cheek. His skin was even hotter than before.

He frowned. Right now he was less concerned with this peek into his own future and more focused on Adam. He hesitated, debating whether or not he should see the doctor. But what could they do? It was probably just a virus.

"Did you check your temperature?" He asked, hating how much he sounded like Gansey.