Kaz lifted a hand to his head in an attempt to subdue the headache that had been plaguing him for days. He hadn't been feeling well for the better part of a week, and was starting to wonder if he should just disappear for a few days. After all, he couldn't be seen around the little crooked house he and his gang had dubbed the Slat with so much as a cough, it would sorely hurt his reputation. But then again, he had a big job coming up in the next hour, he was going to break into the largest bank in the Amsterdam, he wouldn't dream of missing a job like that.

He looked at his watch, six bells, Inej should be there any second now. He didn't hear her enter, but knew she was there all the same. "Just on time, Wraith." He rasped, standing with the help of his crows head cane.

"Becoming an old man, Kaz?" She smiled, not noticing the effort it took for him to stand.

"I've always been an old man Inej." His voice was rougher than usual, his normal rock salt rasp replaced with a more stone on stone sound. "Jes and Wylan ready yet?" He asked, starting for the stairs.

"They might be, but there was quite the ruckus coming from Jesper's room a couple minutes ago." She almost felt bad for telling Kaz, but knowing him he'd sooner kill them then let them be late.

She watched as Kaz limped down the stairs to the next floor, before trying the locked door. She could say she didn't expect what happened next, but then again she did. Kaz slipped his lockpicks from his coat pocket, quickly finessing the lock and swinging open the door. "Get dressed, we've got a job remember." He stated, before continuing down the stairs, leaving a startled Jesper and Wylan in his wake.

"What the hell Kaz?!" Jesper shouted after a moment.

Inej shielded her eyes from view as she skirted the doorway to Jesper's room, a quiet laugh bouncing in her chest. "Just get dressed you two."

"Not you too!" Jesper cried, desperately attempting to save what little dignity he had left by rushing to get his lime green jeans. He hastily pulled on his bright purple shirt -which was inside out- and pulled on his boots. "Don't tell Nina about this!" He shouted after her.

Kaz pulled a handkerchief from his breast pocket, coughing into the white fabric. He leaned into the wall, suddenly feeling lightheaded and too warm in his wool coat. He knew that Matthias was watching him, but he really didn't care.

"What's wrong, Demjin?" Matthias rumbled, watching for the guards to make their rounds before he gave the signal to the others.

"Nothing." Kaz pressed his head against the cold brick of the bank, relishing in the cold against his feverish skin. As he said it, his vision began to darken around the edges. "Jordie?" He could swear he saw his brother standing before him, then his world went black as he hit the ground. Hard.

When Kaz woke, the first thing he noticed, was how bare he felt. He couldn't feel the smooth fabric of his shirt over his body, and all he could feel on his legs was a heavy woolen blanket. He slowly opened his eyes, squinting against the light that was filtering through the windows. "Where in hell?" He rasped, before a coughing fit gripped him. His chest rattled with each barky cough he released into the pillows cradling his head. His body ached with every movement, every breath stung his throat like a thousand bees, every beat of his heart felt like a baseball bat beating against his ribcage, and his brain felt swollen in his skull.

Something tenderly gripped his shaking shoulder, rolling him onto his back. "Easy there, Brekker." It was Nina, he must've somehow gotten to her and Matthias's house.

"Get off!" Kaz weakly pushed her away, the muscles in his arm feeling like they'd torn with the pittiful movement. "Where're my clothes?" He growled, glancing around the room.

"Jesper's washing them, they were covered in mud and soaked through with sweat." Nina reached a hand toward his head to take his temperature, but paused when she saw the flash of fear in his eyes. "Why didn't you tell anyone you were sick?"

He shook his head, pulling the blanket farther up his chest. "I don't get sick."

Nina raised a brow and crossed her arms over her chest. "Uh-huh…"

Kaz shot her his most withering glare, which actually looked more comical with the dark circles under his eyes. "Go to hell, Zennik."

"After you, Brekker." She smirked.