Lucifer's voice calls out weakly, "Hon?" You hear it drifting down the hallway from your bedroom.

When you reach him, you find him sitting up, wrapped snugly in a blanket, with only his face peeking out. He’s shivering slightly, and just as you approach, he sneezes. His cheeks are flushed, and he looks up at you with a sheepish smile.

"I think I'm sick."