Hux isn’t well; he knows this, has known this for a few days now. His head is pounding, feeling as if there are multiple blasters shooting against his temples, and his body aches from the inconsistent shivering brought on by a persistent fever. Rest would be his best remedy, but sleep has been a fleeting concept over the last three days, what with Kylo calling for late night meetings and changing plans and courses as quick as the blink of an eye.
Hux has had his hands full following Kylo around and making sure that what he asks for gets handled, and in return, exhaustion has brought along a fever that’s relentless, annoying, and more words Hux would mentally spit out if his head wasn’t splitting at the seams. He’s eager to get to his bed after going on the fourth day with little to no sleep, but the second he walks through the doors leading to his quarters, Kylo steps in after him with a huff that has Hux tensing his shoulders along a spike of annoyance.
“General, I want everyone present for a meeting in ten minutes.”
“Everyone?” Hux asks through clenched teeth as he keeps his back to Kylo.
“Yes.” Kylo almost growls out, and Hux spins on his heel because it’s early morning hours with more than half the ship asleep. He’s prepared to argue that that act alone will take hours, but the quick turn has him falling to the side as the room continues to spin. He braces to crash against his desk, but he stops, and a familiar tingling shoots across his body. His eyes snap open to see Kylo holding a hand out, with an unreadable expression tugging at his face.