A final look outside and Clint sighed, even as he unwrapped Nate. "I hope you guys are stocked with food, because I don't think we're going to get delivery any time soon."
Honestly, it wouldn't be the worst place he'd bunked in, and he was sure there was a teleporter who could bring them food.
"Mostly, it was just sniffles and sneezing. This morning turned into a 101 fever, tugging at his ears, and not being able to keep down food." Which, usually meant a flu or ear infection, Clint remembered that much from the older two.
"Plus he'll only drink out of a bottle, which, I had to go buy one because there wasn't any in the house."