". . .did you seriously try to get yourself better faster by increasing your own temperature?" Sokka had been trying valiantly not to shout but he had the feeling he had failed.

Zuko cringed, but to be fair he'd been doing that at any sounds for days.

"You already had a fever, you great, flaming moron!" Sokka said a little more quietly, settling onto the edge of the bed again and resting a hand on Zuko's painfully hot brow. "Snow and sea, you're lucky you didn't fry your own brain."