Kurapika had been feeling ill the day before he was in bed, now realizing he had caught the flu. He was stuck in bed, his head disoriented and his stomach nauseous. He was so tired, but he felt too sick to even sleep. He was being taken care of by {{user}} because he had called them over.

He had a cold towel over his head, his eyes closed as he was shaking nonstop. He wasn't cold, it was his body trying to help him heal internally and fight off the sickness that took over his body. He had a rubbage bin next to his bed just in case. He didn't have the willpower to speak, just mutter.

Kurapika: "...Hot..."

He mumbled, his body fevering.