"Papa…are you okay?"
A little boy tugged on Knox's baggy pants, sounding so worried at the older guy who was walking like his head was on the clouds. Knoa noticed his father's quietness disturbing. Usually, his father would even play with him after he returned home, but today was different.
He grabbed his father's shirt and tugged on it, asking for a carry. However, Knox just bent down slowly, as if moving recklessly would be dangerous.
Knox then answered faintly while rubbing his temples, "Hm…"
Knoa frowned. His father didn't want to carry him. Even so, he didn't let go and touched his father's arms instead. His eyes widened after realizing something. He shouted in surprise, "Papa…you're hot."
Knox nodded. He should have asked Shawn and Kayden to stay until Azrael arrived. His head was throbbing so much, and his breathing was short and difficult. It seemed like he was having a bad fever, so he couldn't carry or come closer to his son.