"Shit!" Quetzalcoatl swore, diving over his brother's from to grab the collar of Tezcatlipoca's shirt before he hit the ground. He pulled the other god onto the bed and laid him next to Xolot. After a moment's thought, he pulled them apart and stuffed a blanket between them. Them touching might not be the best thing right now.
"Shit, shit, shit." Now it was Tezcatlipoca who was too still and looked too pale. His breathing was labored, but he was otherwise motionless. Xolotl, one the other hand, finally had color back in his face and seemed to be breathing easier.