"Calm down. You're not dying, you just have a cold."

You had been complaining since you woke up. It had gotten to the point of you saying how you would drop dead any second, and you were lying on your deathbed.

Your were laying on the couch, with your head in Sigma's lap. he brushed your bangs out of your face, while spoon feeding you some warm soup.

"Are you feeling better at all?"