Kurt pulled away to get the tea, pushing through his illness as hard as he could. It wouldn't get him down unless he let it, right?

Right.

He returned with two steaming mugs, then curled up on the couch again. It was almost three in the morning, so nothing was on but infomercials, but Kurt turned the television on anyway, just for some kind of noise other than the awful scratching he could hear at the windows outside.

He shivered, getting cold again, and managed a sip of tea. It burned his scratched throat on the way down, and he shuddered, a tear rolling down his cheek.