Soon, with a lozenge, cough syrup down his throat, thermometer out, and a tissue box by his bed, Double-D lies back on his pillow, listening with a soft smile as Hannah talks.
"…So she's covered in suds from head to waist, and he doesn't see the fins. It was hilarious."
She finishes, grinning as the frail-looking boy chuckles hoarsely. "That must have been quite entertaining." He wriggles uncomfortably, moving his legs under the blanket.
Hannah sighs. "Poor baby. I'm sorry you're sick. Being sick isn't fun." Double-D nods in agreement, sighing. "I wish I could sleep. My nose and cough are keeping me awake."
Hannah tisks her tongue, putting a hand on his forehead concernedly. "You're fever's going down…how about I sing to ya?" She asks quietly, blushing just a little. Double-D smiles weakly, sliding down in the bed to cuddle up in the covers with his head on the pillow. "That would be splendid. Thank you." He says.
Hannah smiles, quietly sliding off of the bed to kneel at the side. "Alright then. Let's see what I can think of." She muses, shutting her eyes and humming a few scales. After a moment, she grins, her eyes popping open. "10 minutes! Perfect!" Double-D looks a bit confused, sniffing. "10 minutes? Never heard of it…" He says, his voice raspy and tired. Hannah puts a finger to her lips, nodding. "It's a good one…now hush and try to sleep, okay?" She says almost lovingly, beginning to hum.