"Gil, where is Harry?" Uma asked, coming out of the kitchen of her mother's restaurant with a tray full of food. After the incident with the cotillion, Uma had swum her way back to the isle to find Harry and Gil waiting for her at the dock in the pouring down rain.
"He hasn't returned from collecting for the week," Gil said, looking up at her with worry in his normally carefree eyes.
"How long has he been gone?" Uma asked, setting the tray down in front of Jonas.
"He left shortly after you opened," Gil said, pushing his food around his plate, which made Uma frown.
"Everyone, split into pairs and go find him," Uma said to her crew, who immediately obeyed her and left. Gil went to get up, but Uma stopped him.
"Uma?" he asked as she pushed him back into his seat.
"It's raining, and after you were in it a couple days ago, you've not been eating like you used to. Why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling good?" Uma asked, sitting next to Gil.
"I feel fine. I'm just not hungry," Gil said, pushing his plate away. Uma reached out and laid the back of her hand, which she had degloved, on Gil's forehead.
"You've got a slight fever. Does anywhere hurt?" Uma asked, putting her glove back on.
"No. I feel just fine. I'm just not hungry. I really need to go help them find Harry," Gil said, standing up but swaying. Uma quickly grabbed Gil and sat him back down.
"You are not going anywhere with that fever. When was the last time you ate anything?" Uma asked, looking up to see her cousin, Morgan, come in to take his shift.
"I think it was before everything with Ben," Gil said, knowing not to lie to Uma.
"Hey, cousin. Where's the rest of your crew?" Morgana asked, walking over to where Uma and Gil sat.
"Harry is missing. Can you sit with Gil for a minute?" Uma asked, standing up, taking off her apron, and laying the apron on the table.
"Don't go," Gil begged, his eyes hazy but filled with worry.
"I'm just going to get some bread from the kitchen for you to eat. I will be right back," Uma said, kissing Gil's forehead. Morgan sat down in Uma's vacated seat as Uma walked away.
"You ok, Gil? You look a little pale," Morgan said, helping himself to the food left by Jonas.
"Uma says I'm sick," Gil said, glancing at the entrance to the restaurant every few seconds.
"Hey," Morgan said, getting Gil to focus on him. "They will find him."
"I hope so. He seemed off this morning," Gil said as Uma walked back over with a plate of bread.
"What do you mean he was off?" Morgan asked, catching Uma's eyes.
"He moved slower," Gil said, glancing at the door again.
"Harry is always slow," Morgan said as Uma sat on the other side of Gil.
"He seemed slower, and his eyes were duller," Gil said, staring at the plate Uma sat in front of him.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Uma asked, laying her hand on Gil's arm.
"I wanted to, but he wouldn't let me. He said I would be kicked off the crew if I told anyone," Gil said, looking panicked.
"It's ok, Gil. You're not going anywhere. You did nothing wrong," Uma said, pulling Gil against her to rest against her shoulder.
"I'm tired," Gil said, yawning as he laid his head in the crook of her neck.
"Can you at least try to eat some bread?" Uma asked, making Gil sit back up.
"Can I lay down afterwards?" Gil asked, picking up a piece of bread.
"Once you eat a little of that, we will go sit on the stage and you can stretch out," Uma said, brushing some loose hair from Gil's face. Gil slowly ate on the piece of bread, but he only got half way through it before he stopped.
"Can't eat anymore?" Morgan asked, setting a glass of water in front of Gil.
"I'm sorry," Gil said, looking at Uma.
"It's ok, Gil. You did better than I thought you would. Let's move over to the stage now," Uma said, smiling at Gil. Morgan started to clear the table, but Uma stopped him from taking the plate of bread. "I'm going to keep a hold of this incase he wants to eat some more in a little bit." Uma stood up and picked up the plate of bread while Gil stood up. Gil went to take a step and swayed, so Morgan grabbed a hold of him and helped him over to the stage.
"What are you staring at?" Morgan snapped at the customers, helping Gil sit down on the edge of the stage. Uma sat against the wall on the stage and sat the plate next to her.
"Stretch out with your head in my lap," Uma said, pushing Gil's bandana off his head. Gil did as he was told and was fast asleep with in seconds.