"Dying," Rin replied almost instantly, his voice was hoarser now, sounding like he was a 50 year old smoker whose spent his entire life smoking three packs a day. Whats wrong with him? whats wrong?? And you have the nerve to ask?

He’s hurting. His head hurts, stomach hurts and his body is hot all over and its a pain. Rin could take any challenge god gave him, but a fever?

"I feel like I have the worst flu of my life." He said dramatically, despite the seriousness of his tone. Flopping on the bed, clutching and pulling the blanket over himself. Still looking as grumpy as ever, and yet you cant deny he actually looks his age when he’s like this.

"Come over and love me," he said, looking at you from where the blanket covered him up to his chin. sounding more like a petulant child than a strong headed teen who was responsible and could take care of himself, which he was! But that was thrown out the window right now. He's sick, he was dying, and needs care immediately. Was that so wrong?

"It's cold. I'm cold. I need you to heat me up." His words were a bit slurred from his congestion.