A/N: I would like to thank Tweese for the beautiful sketch of Dante and Kyrie. I know I've said it a hundred times over but thank you, I love it!

Kyrie felt her breath hitch in her chest as Dante seemed to be completely still. In a panic she placed her hand over his mouth inches from his lips.

His breath came softly but steadily putting her at ease somewhat. She placed her ear to his chest listening to the thready rhythm of his heart beat. It didn't sound right.

Dante's face was more flushed than it had been when he had arrived home a few minutes before. Kyrie raced over to the bathroom and put the stopper in the tub.

She flicked on the cold water and made her way back to the bedroom meeting Nero at the stairs. "Give me the ice and bring him over."

Nero handed over the three bags and two ice cube trays. Kyrie dumped it into the water mixing it around feeling her hand numb slightly.

She shut off the water making her way to the bedroom. Nero stood with his bringer out in front of him. His brow was furrowed in a confused gesture.

"I can't summon it." He said sounding perplexed. Kyrie looked at his hand and arm noticing that it wasn't glowing the way it normally did.

"Did you hurt yourself?" She asked examining his talons and leathery armor carefully.

"Not sure." He stated. "Come on. We can drag him."

With Kyrie's help Nero eased Dante onto the floor as safely as they could. They each grabbed at a wrist with both of their hands and dragged him into the bathroom. "He feels like he's on fire."

"I know." Kyrie replied. "How in the hell are we going to get him in there?"

"You grab at his ankles, I'll lift under his arms." Nero instructed. They managed to more or less hoist Dante into the tub placing him in the water.

His eyes shot open as he began to shiver violently. He let out a sharp yelp of pain as the ice cold water seared into his flesh making it feel as if he were being impaled.

Kyrie grabbed a wash cloth wiping down his face, neck and chest with the cold water. Lady walked in with a small shot glass full of something resembling mashed squash.

"Get him to eat this." She instructed Kyrie. "This will help."

"Is Patty awake yet?" Nero asked concern laced in his voice.

"No." Lady replied. "It could take some time. She held him for a while, it was a huge strain on her but she'll be okay."

Kyrie scooped the goop onto two of her fingers forcing it into Dante's mouth past his teeth. He made a face but swallowed it begrudgingly simply out of a physical response.

"As long as we can get his temperature down he should be alright." Kyrie said softly more to herself than either Lady or Nero.

"Trish went to grab more herbs in case we need them." Lady said. "She thinks that his body might be having a hard time adjusting to the strain of being forced to trigger."

"So that's why he's sick like this?" Nero asked.

"Maybe." Lady replied. "Dante has always just done it with seemingly no ill effect but who knows what that mirror did to him."

Kyrie let the washcloth drop in the water taking a deep breath. She watched her lovers shallow breathing causing her to bite at her lower lip.

She ran a hand across his forehead and down both of his cheeks. It hadn't been to long since she had been in a similar predicament.

Dante had sat next to her fussing over her worriedly the same way she was now. Before they were intimate it seemed as if things hadn't been so severe, sure they had been hurt but she wondered if their feelings made it seem worse.

"He seems cooler." She mentioned. "We should get him back into bed. How's your arm."

"The same." Nero said. "Think it's drained from helping Patty."

"What did you do?" Lady asked.

"I grabbed her hands and fed the pendant some energy to take the strain off of her." He said.

"You know what that pendant does right?" Lady questioned as if chastising him.

"I live with her, I've hunted with her...yeah I know." He replied irritated. "I couldn't let her hurt herself the way she was."

Lady placed a hand on his shoulder giving him a hard pat as if to tell him he had done a job well done. "Now kids, lets get the old man out."

It was quickly apparent that it had been easier to get Dante into the bath than it was getting him out. Lady and Kyrie climbed in the small space behind him lifting him up while

Nero pulled him out.

The trio did their best to dry him off save for his sipping wet boxers that Kyrie would get him out of in the privacy of their room.

Nero and Lady held him under his arms as Kyrie grabbed under his knees. It took some maneuvering through the door ways thanks to his near dead weight but with a huff from all three Dante laid on his bed.

Lady and Nero left the room closing the door leaving Kyrie alone with the elder hunter. She took down the wet shorts and tossed them in the hamper reasoning she'd deal with them later.

She placed a hand on his forehead again taking note of his fever, it seemed better than before. Thankfully the icy bath had worked.

She drew up the sheet to his waist sitting next to him. Her hand went to his hair ruffling it gently as she hummed a soft tune.

Dante moaned turning his head to her direction. Kyrie smirked at him shushing him slightly causing him to settle for a while.

She felt her eyes begin to drift closed as her hand stopped moving and just rested in his hair. A sudden movement made her jerk awake and out of instinct she reached over quickly to grab the wastebasket on her side.

She dumped the papers that were in it on the floor and whipped it onto the bed. Dante had sat up seemingly dazed when he had felt the urge to wretch.

Kyrie held the bucket for him as his stomach spasmed emptying its contents. He took a few breaths between before vomiting more and stayed for a few minutes with his face towards the wastebasket.

"Dante, are you done with this?" Kyrie asked gently wondering if he had passed back out. He nodded slightly in response.

She took the basket away and helped him lay back down. She brought it into the bathroom and emptied it into the toilet bowl.

The basket was rinsed out and dried. Kyrie wet a cool cloth and took a small cup of water with her back to the room. She wiped down Dantes mouth and helped him sip the water to clean his mouth.

She kept the bucket next to her in case he would need it again. His breathing seemed better and his skin while still flushed was much cooler. Either way it was going to be a long night.