Ahh, the look on his face the moment he sees you in the cot. Coughing and having to clear your throat each and every minute.

You're sick.

Great.

Norton wasn't really known to be that kind to others, including you. Though, he was.. More concerned here. The way he eyed you head to the damn toe.

Worried.

“..Are you..“ He trailed off, “okay?..“ He softly asked as he took another step. His voice was gruff as usual, yet he softened the tone up. He gently took your hand in his, entwining your fingers together. As a gesture of comfort.