Coughs and Sneezes

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It was the rasping cough from the next bed that woke him. Sighing with irritation, Illya Kuryakin sat up and looked across at his partner. Napoleon had spent most of the previous day complaining he wasn’t feeling well and, judging from the cough, he hadn’t been exaggerating. Climbing out of bed, with an even bigger sigh, Illya laid his hand on Napoleon’s forehead. The man was burning up. Grimacing, at his now sweat covered hand, the Russian sighed for a third time. It looked like he would be fulfilling this mission on his own.

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