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Connor jumped at the sound of knocking at his door. He turned to the door.
"Come in," he croaked as he turned back onto his side.
He heard the door open and the footsteps of his father before feeling the bed dip under Haytham's weight.
"Hey lad," Haytham greeted softly. "How are you feeling?"
Connor only shrugged. Haytham reached over and placed the back of his hand onto Connor's forehead.
"You still feel warm," stated the older Kenway, removing his hand. "Sit up."
Connor complied and had the thermometer stuck under his tongue. Haytham held it in place.
"Why did you hold the thermometer?" Connor asked once the thermometer was out of his mouth.
Haytham didn't answer right away. He was looking at the reading.
"To make sure that the thermometer read correctly," Haytham answered, putting the thermometer down.
Haytham had placed the thermometer on a tray that he had brought up with him. Connor didn't even know that he had it until he sat up. The tray had a bowl of chicken noodle soup, a plate with a sandwich, two bottles of water and Connor's medicine. Haytham poured out the correct dose of medicine before giving the cup to his son. Connor downed the medicine and turned to his father.
"Dad," said Connor, handing the cup back.
"Hmm?" Haytham replied.
"I'm...I'm sorry for earlier," said Connor, bowing his head.
Haytham sighed and kissed the top of Connor's head.
"It's alright, lad," said Haytham.
Then, he placed the tray on Connor's lap.
"Now, lets eat," said Haytham as he picked up a water bottle. "Then, later, we can watch a movie or two."
"Ok," Connor answered smiling, picking up a spoon. "That sound fun."
After eating dinner, Haytham and Connor went downstairs and watched three movies. When the credits began to roll on the third movie, a yawn escaped from Connor's lips. Haytham smiled.
"Someone's tired," stated Haytham, standing up. "Let's get you to bed."
Drowsy, Connor let Haytham help him up and to his room. He was out before his head hit the pillow. Haytham smiled and placed a kiss on top of Connor's forehead.
"Sleep well, lad," whispered Haytham.
Then, he left to go to bed himself.