She nodded warmly, standing uncertainly. "You should get some sleep. If you feel like you need to cough then come get me and I'll help figure it out."
He laughed out loud, stopping himself with another cough. "You'll help me figure out how to cough?" he asked weakly.
She rolled her eyes playfully before heading to the door and watching him thoughtfully. "Keep warm and get some sleep."
He was obviously disturbed, muttering under his breath feverishly as his raspy breaths forced their way out of his chest.
He leaned into her touch instinctively, looking up at her in a daze. "You're so pretty, Rory," he said, his voice rough. "You're so pretty."
She gave him a small smile, flushing slightly as she went to open the window to cool him down a bit. "You're feverish. That's all."
"I'm feverish," he agreed, starting to shiver as soon as she opened the window. “But that doesn’t stop you from being beautiful. I love your hair and your eyes are so sparkly and you talked to me. That made me so happy, Rory. You talked to me.”
