“We wouldn’t hate you for being sick.” Brennan cut in seriously, she didn’t quite catch on that it was a joke. “I’m thankful to.” She added, she wasn’t sure if she would be prepared to lose him again even if the last time was a fake loss.
His forehead was indeed warm against her hand and Brennan’s frown only deepened with more concern .“You’ve drank contaminated water, you have a temperature and you look terrible-“ She had started to protest as she climbed to her feet as he did, her eyes trained on him closely but what she had to say got cut off as he almost fell over. Brennan was at his side moments later to offer support.
“Yes, you do need to lay down. I’ll help you to the bedroom,” it was more of a statement than a question, really if he was going to fall over the chances were she wasn’t going to be able to hold him up but she was going to at least try. Brennan didn’t like anything about the situation and the worry was just going to intensify but she was still thinking rationally, that was something that hardly ever changed. “Do you feel worse?"