Niklas lay with his head against the steering wheel. Not even aware he was still in the car. His intentions had been to just rest his eyes for a second. Then he'd slumped forwards into the steering wheel passed out. He in the back of his mind was hoping the kids were alright. He needed to get up and moving for the kids but he couldn't get his conscious mind to reawaken. Nor could he get his mind to comprehend the need to wake up. Soon he heard a voice calling his name. He tried to go back to the real world. He couldn't though. The fever held him too tightly in its grasp. His face was beet red and his skin a bit clammy. He felt the restraint go away and then the seat was layed back. He started to stir a bit but not too much. He felt cool air and it was rousing him slightly. He felt a cool rag on his head and his eyes slowly opened a little bit. They were filled with fever. "I need to get to work..." He gets out in a slight slur. "I haven't felt well a couple of days but it was just headaches...now I feel on fire. My babies are okay...right?" He asks. His eyes lulling closed yet he forces them open.