Joey gave Dean a small smile and tried not to laugh at the look on his face. "I figured it would be, I'm sorry. It's all I've got," she replied apologetically as she stood up straighter again.
"Yeah, that's what it's looking like right about now..." she replied loftily. "Be careful what you wish for," she added, thinking about how she might very well have brought this upon herself after having complained so much to Sirius that she wasn't useful around here.
Backing away from the bed a few steps, Joey held up one finger to let him know she'd be right back and then turned and headed for his bathroom. If it was anything like hers, there was bound to be at least one towel and one washcloth in there. And, once she got in there, she found that he did have them, so she took the washcloth and ran it under cold water. A moment later, she returned to his bedside and lowered herself onto the edge of the bed. "This will help a little bit with the fever," she prefaced before folding the cool cloth and putting it over his forehead. "I'm gonna leave you some white willow...and I will be back soon to check in." She paused. "Stay in bed," she added firmly. "I mean it."