That night, Nadya had Constantine on her lap bundled up in his fluffy green blanket while they were watching TV and heard him sneeze feeling his head as he was burning up being sleepy resting his head on her.
"Aw you'll feel better in no time." she said to him.
"Maybe, maybe not." he said softly.
The next morning, Constantine snuck out of bed and was heisting feverishly but Dominic found him passed out.
He was taking him home and phoning Nadya explaining that a certain Bad Frog had snuck out of bed and made himself worse.
He hoped that his boss would be okay.
"Hey Dad, you in here?" he heard a young voice ask.
It belonged to Sneaker, his boss's eight year old daughter seeing her enter wearing a hooded cloak like her Dad as the hood hid her long lime green hair wondering what was going on.
"Your father isn't well, he has the flu.
You have to go play somewhere else and quietly, okay?" he said.
"Okay." she said leaving the room.
He was relieved that she was okay and taking it well.
