Jolt was a fighter, and as he valiantly fought the fever off, the rest of the night passed without incident.

But he had always been one to sleep in, and that wasn't about to change now- especially not after the long night he'd had to endure. As B.A.B.E.L. was waking up, he was still dead to the world, contentedly lying there with his arms curled around Naomi.

The inevitable breakdown that was going to walk through that door was a distant thought.