Three days and Kaz still felt like shit, in fact, he was feeling even worse now than he had before he passed out. He floated in and out of consciousness, only waking to go to the bathroom, and drink the water that Nina and Inej forced down his throat. He vaguely remembered Jesper -or was it Jordie- fretting over him when his fever got to nearly forty degrees, but after that he'd slipped back into sleep.
Matthias had loaned him a pair of sweatpants and an old sweatshirt from his high school weightlifting days, and as a result of the giants size the pants and sleeves had to be pinned up, making Kaz look like a large gray lump of cotton fabric with a ridiculous haircut.
Finally He couldn't take it any longer, he decided to brave the walk down the hall and make a break for it. This house was starting to drive him crazy; it was too quiet, and it smelled like waffles and pine trees, he hated how clean Nina's house was too. The Slat was never clean, in fact, it usually had bloody sawdust, or lager soaked towels covering the floorboards. He'd even found a couple of teeth hidden in the corners of the main room. He'd spent every day in the worst part of the city, who knew what he'd come across in those alleys and streets, but they sure as hell weren't clean.
He slowly tested his weight on his bad leg, his head spinning from whatever illness had invaded his body. He carefully took a step, the wood floor cold against his bare feet, pushing the bedroom door open he carefully listened to see who was closest to him. To his relief none of them were very close to his room, which left him a clear shot to the door.
"He's getting worse." Nina's voice was quiet as if she was afraid Kaz would here her. "I say we take him to Doctor Anya, at least then we'll know what he's got so we can treat it."
Shit! Kaz rushed down the hallway, kicking his too long pant legs out in front of him. He almost made it too. If it hadn't been for the Wraith, he would have been in one of his safe houses in the shipping yards or one of the theaters.
"Nice try Kaz." She smiled, crossing her arms over her small frame. "Back to bed."
Kaz turned on his heal and limped toward his room, before making one last break for the door.
"Kaz Brekker!" Inej attempted to hold him back, her toes scraping for percase on the slick flooring. "Help!" She shouted for someone with a bigger build than her acrobat body.
"Kaz!" Nina marched down the hall toward them, hands on her ample hips, eyes like pits of green fire. "Get back to bed!" She pushed against his shoulder, causing him to shrink back.
"Get off me Zenik!" He growled, taking a threatening step toward her. "Move."
"Not until you go to Doctor Anya." She stood her ground, raising her hand as if to touch him.
"I'd rather die."
"You very well might, if you don't go!"
"Screw you Zennik!"
"Oh, go to hell Brekker!"
"Shut up you two!" Jesper yelled from the living room. "I'm trying to watch Top Shot!"
"Matthias Helvar!" Nina called for her brute of a fiancé. "Make him go to bed!"
Matthias swiftly picked the Denjin up my his shirt, holding him as arms length to avoid getting kicked, bitten, or scratched. After all who knew what he could have gotten into that made him so sick.
By the time they got to the bed, Kaz had stopped struggling, and by the time Nina had covered him up with the blankets, he was fast asleep. Obviously he wasn't quite ready for an escape yet.