Either that or it was a severe case of getting-much-worse before it could get better. Spencer (bless him) still desperately hung onto hope. Sephiroth didn't want to sleep, due to the worry that his labored breathing caused and so Spencer had helped to keep him awake. Or if he had slept, Spencer had woken him up if things had sounded too short.

Spencer came back into the room a moment later with a cold glass of water just about held in his paw, and approached the bedside. He looked from Mooshoo, to Sephiroth and back again a few times.

"No- no sleep." Even at the mention of sleeping, Sephiroth's head had canted to the one side some against the pillow arrangement but stubbornly he shifted himself back up some more again. Lifting a hand groggily to take the small glass from Spencer. He took what was intended as a small sip but it was drawn into a much bigger glup-

"Ach-" At the extreme temperature change Sephiroth instantly sneezed again, a fine spray of mist being his attempt not to release all of the water that he had just taken in. Well that was it now, he was sat back up again."-ugh"

Spencer looked worriedly to Mooshoo as Sephiroth rubbed at his own forehead once more. Could he do anything without some body ache being a consequence?