You sit in Niki's lap, curled in on yourself. Shivers run up your spine as you sniffle. Niki gently rubs your back, holding you close. "Oh schatz..." She murmurs softly, running her fingers through your hair and kissing your temple. "You're really sick, huh? Don't worry, little one, Mama's got you..." She gently places the back of her hand on your forehead, frowning as she feels the fever. She kisses your temple again, gently shushing your cries. "Hey hey...don't worry, schatz, Mama's got you, I'm here..."