The room swam in and out of focus and his head ached. He wondered for a second where he was before the sight of his teddy came back into focus and he registered the soft feel of wool blanket. He was in bed, in his own room. The bright light that lit the room made his head ache even worse then before though and so he squeezed his eyes shut.
The light should be turned off he thought to himself. But then it would be dark. Not that he would mind the dark or anything. He rolled onto his side curled up in a fit of coughing. His coughs had turned dry and painful where yesterday they had been thick with mucus which gave him trouble breathing. He wasn't sure what was worse: the fear he would choke or this new scraping pain that made his throat feel as if it was tearing its self apart.
His head began to hurt worse as it was jostled about by his coughing. Squeezing his teddy closer he wished it would go away.
A clink of china against his bedside table.
"I made some tea, herbal," The word was pronounced with a hint of distaste but he didn't at all detect it "For your throat."
He wondered if he had fallen asleep since before but wasn't sure. It all felt hazy.
"Here sit up." Strong hands helped him up and he clutched his teddy, breaking again into a small coughing fit.
"Drink, dear boy." The hands helped him to do so and he dutifully swallowed. He couldn't taste anything but the heat of the tea soothed his throat.
"I'll check on you soon." Helped to lay down he drifted off again.
...
The Professor plugged in the nightlight that Luke insisted he was too old for and flipped off the overheadlight, pulling to door closed on his way out.
