Alaxander breathed over the pain. He didn't like breathing as it hurt so bad. He shook hard and wanted to take the towel off. His breathing heavy and struggled still. He leaned into the sponge. He was fighting hard to fight the illness. He shook hard as cold chills came and went from him. His breathing labored and his body on fire. It was clammy yet on fire. He started coughing up phlegm which showed he at the very least had pnuemonia. He was soon not coughing up phlegm. His eyes fevered and he really wasn't seeing Kate right now. "Don't...go...Nyara...let's...hang...out...please..." He wheezed out. Trying to make his lungs cooperate. He shuddered as his form was tired.