It was almost midnight when Vince Noir finally got to sleep, and even then it was a restless uncomfortable sleep. He was hot to the touch and sweaty but still felt cold, he had a temperature, his nose was running, he had a cough because of his nose, his throat was burning, it was obvious he had the flu.
Vince had already tried taking some cough bottle, but gagged a lot afterwards because of the taste. He'd been like this all day.
Howard had insisted on his staying in bed, mainly to avoid the spread of germs, but also because it was pretty obvious that Vince wasn't going to be up to much. Vince slept for a few hours, but couldn't get back to sleep after waking up.
Naboo had been coming in at regular intervals to check up on him. When he came in and found Vince awake, he let him out onto the couch to watch TV, carrying in the duvet and extra covers Howard had given him that morning, as well as a battered old teddy.
"Naboo?" croaked Vince, "Do you have anything for the flu?"
"Shamans don't get the same type of flu as normal people," he replied, "they get it much worse. My flu medicine would be too strong for you."
Vince groaned, he hated being sick. Bollo had made him some chicken soup, but Vince could barely swallow it due to his throat.
When Howard got home and found Vince out of his room, he looked like he might have a fit.
"WHAT'S HE DOING OUT HERE?!" yelled Howard.
"Quite Howard," said Naboo in almost a whisper, "He's asleep."
"We'll all end up with the flu if he's out here!"
"No, we wont. And besides, he can't stay in his room all day, even if he is sick. He needs the air."
"What air? The air in here is the same as the air in his room."
"It's fresher out here, Being stuck in a stuffy room is bad for 'ya even if you're not sick." Howard couldn't say anything to that and muttered something about going to bed early, but it could have been about Naboo not being fussy enough about germs.