"I'm not sick, Will." Nico said, obviously congested. He was lying in bed with one of Will's oversized hoodies with blankets piled all around him.
"Sweetie, you're shivering." Will said, while stroking Nico's hair.
Nico suddenly went into a wheezing fit. He sat up and Will rubbed his bak as the fit subsided.
"Hold on," Will said, leaving the room and coming back with a thermometer.
"I'm not sick," Nico said again.
"Then let me take your temperature," Will said. "I'm sure it'll be normal."
Nico sighed, and put the thermometer in his mouth. It beeped a few minutes later. Will took it and his face fell.
"Baby, you have a 103 degree fever. We'll have to go to the infirmary." Will exclaimed. "Alright, that's it. We're going to the infirmary."
"Absolutely not!" Nico shouted back. "I am the ghost king, I do not get sick!"
"Damit, Nico..." Will scooped Nico up bridal style.
"Put me down! I'm not sick." Nico yelled. Then, the smallest, meekest kitten sneeze ever was heard, and Nico smacked his face as Will ran him down to the infirmary.
