The next day, we really didn't speak about the night before. I guess we silently agreed to never bring up THAT subject again. We didn't speak much as we ate breakfast, or lunch, or dinner. The whole day was spent inside. It was what I was used to, but still. It was kind of eerie. The house was too quiet. So, I went up to bed, and Loki came up about an hour later.

"Is your home always this warm?" He asked.

I shrugged. "No, it's just been hot lately. Open a window or something if you're hot." I turned over.

I heard the window shuffle open, and then Loki climbing on the bed.

And then, the next day.

I woke up, sniffling and coughing. I sat up, and my head felt heavy. I felt like crap. I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, washed my face, and blew my nose. A few more coughs.

'Oh, god. Please don't tell me I'm sick.'

I groaned, then winced as my throat tightened.

'And…I'm sick.'

I trudge down the stairs to find Loki reading a book. Which one? I don't know, I was too tired to pay attention.

Yes: even after I had JUST woken up, I was tired. Yeah, I was sick.

Loki looked up, and made a face.

"What is the matter with you?" He asked.

I squinted my eyes. "Don't Asgardians get sick?"

"Of course."

"Then it should be obvious what the matter is with me." I held up my arms. "I'm sick."

Loki glanced back down at his book. "Was it from your cuisine that we had? I'm feeling rather ill myself."

"Ha-ha, very funny." I coughed again, and went to go blow my nose. I turned around, and Loki was standing at the door, a different expression on his face.

"What is the cause?" He asked.

I thought. "Probably the open window. Did you leave it open all night?"

Loki nodded.

"Then that was the cause." I sneezed, and blew my nose. This was starting to become a recurring thing.

I ended up taking the whole box of tissues into the living room, blowing my nose as I traveled.

Loki trailed me. "Are all mortals so weak so as to gain illness because of an open window?"

"Yes! Because of the temperature level. Too hot, we sweat and sometimes get sick. Too cold, we get sick, along with other various things."

"Hmm…"

I sat on the couch, and sneezed.

"Is it contagious?" Loki asked delicately.

I shrugged. "Sometimes. But I don't think you'll have a problem."

"And why is that?"

A few coughs and a sniffle. "I don't know. I just think that." I stared at the screen. Loki was watching animal planet, something about dogs and cats.

I coughed again, and this time, it turned into a fit of coughs. After a few moments, I stopped, and Loki stared at me.

"Do you need anything?"

I got up. "Nah, I'm okay. I'll just make some tea and some medicine." I sniffed and made the tea. Loki watched me.

"Tea. That is a drink made form herbs?"

"And sometimes spices, yes." I made two cups, and I sat one on the table. "Only if you want it. Sorry about the quality, I'm not really good at making tea."

He picked up the cup. "Among other things…" he murmured.

I smirked at this. "Geez, was the dinner last night that horrible?"

Loki was silent, but you could see the showings of a smile. I shook my head.

As we drank the tea (I didn't let it sit for long, so it mostly tasted like flavored warm water), I fell asleep on the couch. I woke up groggily, with a damp cloth on my head.

"What…?"

Loki lifted his eyebrows. "Are you alright?" He asked.

I lifted my hand to my head, and it fell limply at my side.

"Your temperature rose dramatically," Loki said.

I felt my face. I was a little warm. I coughed again. My throat was burning. I sat up, and Loki hesitantly tried to keep me from standing.

"Are you sure that is wise?"

I waved him off. "I'm just going to get some medicine." My voice was raspy and dry. "And maybe a cup of water."

I got the cough syrup and a few cough drops from upstairs. I descended down the stairs to see Loki holding out a cup.

"Thanks." I took the medicine (it was that yucky cherry flavor) and a few drops.

"How long before the medicine works?" Loki asked. He actually sounded worried, and I was a little grateful that he cared.

"Uh, it says a few hours." I coughed again. "God, how long is an hour?" I asked, exasperated already.

Loki raised an eyebrow. "Why are you asking me? I know nothing of your Midgardians timelines."

"Time isn't a line, Loki."

"What?"

'Wibbley-wobbley, timey-wimey.' I laughed at the thought. "Never mind."

Silence after this. Then, a few sneezes, and a cough. No, two coughs. No, three.

"Ugh, start working already!" I cried out to the medicine then grimaced as my throat lashed back. That was me, talking to medication that had no way of responding. Well, it did have a way, but it was taking too long on the reply! I suddenly felt a racking pain in my head.

"And now I've got a headache. Awesome."

Loki smirked, giving me the sign that he knew sarcasm well. I put the damp cloth back on my head, now warm because of the contact with my skin.

The sore throat and the headache lasted for hours, with Loki making trips to the rest room, soaking the cloth with cold water, wringing it out, and placing it on my head. And all of this without asking. Wow, that was pretty cool of him.

Finally, the medicine kicked in (sort of) and my inflamed throat went down. The sniffling stopped too. Then, it came back, with full force. My throat was now burning, or as if someone had skinned it or something. My cough increased, and made my throat worse. My fever rose, and I felt awful. Loki kept going back and forth with the water, but it didn't seem to have any effect anymore.

I sniffed and coughed, my throat turning to dust. "So now what?"