Keep his head, hands, and neck covered. Warm liquids, and get him to move. --Committing those things to memory, Starscream hung up the phone and turned to the desk clerk, putting on his best glare. "I need hot water and a.. a blanket." Blanket was the term, right? It sounded right, anyway, and the clerk seemed to know what he was talking about. He paused long enough to watch the human hurry away before returning to Skyfire's side, settling on the arm of the chair and taking his mate's hands between his own. He rubbed them gently, trying to generate a little frictional heat, crimson eyes finally lifting to meet the other man's.
"A human girl is coming," he said softly, and leaned down to breathe on the shivering fingers. "She will know what to do."
".. Um. Sir.."
Glancing sharply up, Starscream snatched the blanket and mug from the human, pressing the latter between Skyfire's palms, and wrapping the former around his shoulders, pulling it up over his head like a hood. "Thank you," he muttered grudgingly, and was satisfied when the annoying human left.
"You need to drink this, Beloved." 'Beloved'. Another term that he hadn't used in too long. Oh, but how easily those things were returning to him--he should have been more shocked by it than he was. One's Spark never forgot a Bond, it seemed. "Mikaela Banes said that you need to move around a little, too."