Even though Mona's declaration caused Kit to roll his eyes, it was out of fondness rather than irritation. He followed the voice, coming to a stop just as the redhead pulled away the curtains around the bed that were shielding her from view. Immediately the vampire could see that she wasn't well, pale beneath her freckles and sweating as though she had spent the afternoon outside under the sun. If he weren't about to take her to the clinic, to Rose, he might have even been a little worried.
"Not this time," Kit joked, approaching the bed and settling down to perch on its edge as he looked intently at Mona. "Death is overrated anyway. Much better to be alive." Then, with a sympathetic smile, he reached out and placed a cool hand against her blisteringly hot forehead. He was no physician but the heat radiating against his skin felt almost as hot to him as the rays of sunlight that he had done his best to avoid on the way over.