"Sounds like you are the unfortunate owner of a flu." Heidi stated, probably unecessarily. Slayers didn't strike her as the type to need flu shots, considering the strength of the Slayer-tailored tranquilizers the Hyperion had in stock. "Once the Nyquil wears off, we'll look into getting you some asprin for the ache. It might take the edge off that fever, as well." She paused in her maternal ramblings to perk the corners of her mouth upward. "Don't worry about sounding sick when you're sick. I'm used to Nathan and the boys' displays of willful denial down to the last sneeze, so someone not putting on tough face is always a welcome change. Besides, you've got a flu. Enjoy the pampering as best you can through the haze."
Twisting her smile into a thoughtful shape, she turned to the door. "I'm going to dash down to my room for an extra blanket. Are you alright with me sticking something to keep the door propped open? It wouldn't do to have you hauling yourself up out of bed again to let me in--and the reinforcements might arrive while I'm gone."