Alaxander threw up quite a bit until there was nothing left to throw up. Nothing wanted to stay down. He felt like he was dying and his throat hurt like hell. He coughed and swallowed gasping for air. He looked at her feverishly. "no...don't...go..." he pleaded. His eyes had tears in them from how high his fever was. He looked at her. Listening to what she was saying. He heard her but didnt like he. Wheezing as he struggled for air. Leaning into her hug but whimpered a bit as she left him. Shaking hard beneath the blanket. Laying on the pillow falling in and out of sleep. Coughing every so often. He heard her return and whimpered a bit.  Writhing from how hot he was and kept kicking off and pulling up the blanket weakly. He couldn't get comfortable. He put it in his mouth weakly. Sucking on it nonstop. At least he would until she told him to stop. He coughed every so often and groaned. Looking at her with a heated gaze. Hoping she could make him better. Pleading with his fever filled eyes for her to help him.