Harry waved away her thanks with a careless gesture. "Stop, Andi. He's my Godson. I feel terrible that I haven't had the time to spend with him lately. But now, I'm going to be here for him." he said determinedly.
"So, they have no idea what he has then?" he asked, walking to the bed and giving Teddy a kiss on the forehead, feeling the poor lad's fever. He looked him over a bit, at the rash. "Wait... fever, rash... did he have a sore throat?" he asked, thinking perhaps he knew what was going on. He ran his hands through the boy's blue hair, doing his best to be comforting.