Percy turned to his side, because it was the only way he could look at Cass without breaking in pieces. He curled up to save body heat and yet that wasn't enough. "I feel like death would be an improvement," he admitted, "and if you repeat it, I will assign you with Ginny to deal with all the paperwork generated by our department."
He stopped and took a deep breath, trying to make the pain in his chest stop. "I've been feeling sick for a few days. Constant fever for a while, but it wasn't bad. Spots showed up three days ago, but I used Muggle make up to cover the few ones in my face and hands. They've start to break open today. I go from hot to cold, double vision at times... or more often then not, general aches and pains. I think that's it."