he coughed and let out a weak groan, holding Magnus' hand "Helen, this odd." his voice was congested and scratchy.

Although he wasn't very clear, she knew what he was talking about. He hadn't been sick for about a century and probably forgot what it felt like. She nodded "Yes, but you'll be well again in a few days."

He furrowed his eyebrows in frustration before falling into another coughing fit.

Helen felt bad that she couldn't do anything, and he seemed so miserable. She just wanted him to feel better again and go back to being his normal self. She rubbed his back, as he finally relaxed again.

"Helen," he looked at her with his glazed over eyes "This isn't fair."

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"Will, Henry, Kate, That . . . fuzzy guy, none of them are sick." He said, with a rather childish tone in his voice.

Ah, there was the Nikola she knew.

"It's been a while since you've been ill, your immune systems probably different than theirs." she brushed her hand against his cheek.

He fumbled for a tissue and found on just in time to catch a sudden sneeze that hit him. Magnus was thankful she decided to stock up on tissues when she heard Nikola sniffle for the first time a couple of days before. They seemed to always know when something was wrong with the other.

"I'm sure they' don't care." he said, again with that childish tone.

Magnus laughed "To tell you the truth they were more worried that I would get ill also."

Nikola rolled his eyes "Of course they were."