Pepper could probably hear the sound of her boss thumping around upstairs, most likely as he was crawling his way from the bathroom to his bed. His hair was plastered to his forehead while the rest of his skin was drenched in sweat. The bedroom was sweltering but Tony's chills had barely subsided, and even though he'd told Jarvis not to touch the thermostat in his room, Jarvis adjusted it in increments depending on his state.
Amid the condition of his body, Tony figured somewhere that this was karmic retribution for the last couple of days and the hell he'd forced Pepper to endure on his behalf. Served him right really. He'd turned the poor woman into a nervous wreck, broke her heart and made her cry all in one fell swoop. Still, even as he lay there on top of his covers, arms fanned out to the side, he wondered if the City was killing him because Pepper was so upset that she'd secretly wished for him to suffer on some level for doing that to her.
He didn't want to go down like this, in fact, he was fighting as hard as he could against whatever had him this bad off. But he was getting weaker the more often he had to get to keep from making a huge mess in the bed. God, he hoped Pepper didn't hate him so much she'd leave him here to die.
Somewhere, he cracked a smile at the thought of her coming to take care of him before he rolled over to lie on his stomach, pulling the blankets up around him and burying his head in his pillow once more.