A Sick Genie?

I sighed as I closed the door to my bedroom. That was a long banquet and way longer stories... I went to my bed and uncovered the lamp, smiling. I gave a light rub and a friend made a smokey appearance.

"May I help you?" Light stared at me with half open eyes. He floated in the air, his arms crossed.

"You seem to be in a bitter mood." I put the lamp down, placing it beside me. "What happened from this morning to now?"

"It was just ha..ha..." He suddenly sneezed away from me. That's new... He then sniffed. "It was just hot in the lamp." He rubbed under his nose with his finger.

"Oh," I looked down, "well, how does the lamp warm up in the first place?"

"Usually by the outside atmosphere." He stretched in the air. "Did you put me in the sun or something?" I felt the lamp and found it about room temperature.

"How hot was it when you came out just now?" I asked.

"I was sweating buckets, so you're my savior at the moment." He gave a kind smile. I returned the small gesture, but noticed his bang was basically plastered onto his face. "What? You've been staring." He titled his head.

"Um," I looked at him worriedly, "are you feeling alright?"

"Just a little hot, why?" He looked at me, floating upside down.

"Well, one, the lamp is not on fire," I held it fine in my hands, "and two, you're sweating...a lot..."

"Well," he gulped, "maybe you left me in the sun?" He scratched the back of his head.

"You're nowhere near the window." I crossed my arms.

"Well...uh..." He seemed to be at a loss for words. "Something must've heated it up..." His eyes widened. "Was it that cat of yours!"

"What?" I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Maybe the lamp is just naturally hot." I placed the lamp in my bag. "Come on, we have to go see Kahir."

"Why?" He asked, taking his human form.

"He wanted to talk with us. Maybe he found something." I looked at him and jumped at what he looked like, now eye level to me.

"What's with the scared look?" He cleared his throat.

"Are you sure you're feeling alright?" His face was pale and he had rosy cheeks. I can feel heat radiate off of him and see beads of sweat go down his face.

"Yeah," He put his hand on his hip, "why are you so worried?"

"You look awful."

"Well thanks for being honest." He said sarcastically.

"Maybe you should-"

"I'm still going with you." He crossed his arms. "Just because I'm a little hot doesn't mean I'm going to die."

I sighed. "Fine, you can come with, but if you start feeling sick, don't hesitate to tell me."

"Yeah, yeah, I will." He waved his hand and we began to walk on the quiet streets.

I kept a watchful eye on him, finding little things in his walk. He seemed sluggish and kept yawning, his eyes glazed over. He gave little quiet coughs or cleared his throat here and there. "Light?" He perked up at me, his blue eyes half open. "You don't look well..." He was about to reply but pinched his nose, holding in a sneeze.

And soon another.

And another...

He held in a small sneezing fit. I saw his eyes begin to water at the pressure building up at each sneeze he held in. They suddenly stopped and he lowered his hand slowly. He opened his eyes and showed that his once cheery blue eyes were now just deep pools slowly over filling with water. He rubbed his eyes and groaned.