Well, she did, and it was only reasonable to assume everyone else did too. But she smiled even bigger at that second scowl. "Alright, it should be finished now." She plucked the thermometer from his mouth.

"Ninety-ni... ninety-nine degrees Fahrenheit?!" she said worriedly. Hitsugaya had always run a little colder than everyone else. A minor fever on someone else was a drastic change in temperature for him.

"I told you you were sick. Now you're staying right there. Don't move; I'll get you pillows and blankets from upstairs. Do you want anything—tea, water, juice?"