You woke up to the sound of coughing, you almost thought it was the neighbors hacking up something nasty like when they normally brush their teeth and you can hear them gagging from across the hallway. You lay in bed and rolled over when the coughs sounded like they got closer and then you sat up seeing your bedroom door open. 

You rubbed your eyes a bit, trying to adjust them to the darkness, "Yuki? What's wrong?" He coughed again, annoyed with himself that he couldn't even speak and he started to cry.

"My th-", he coughed, "throat hurts." he ran into your arms and you hugged him. You felt Kevin stir and soon he was up and conforting his small son. You looked at Kevin and he nodded half asleep for you to go, signaling he will comfort him and check his temperature while you go and grab some medicine and water. 

"He's burning with a fever, should we set an appointment later in the morning?" He asked you and you nodded, occupying yourself with pouring the grape flavored syrup into the small cup.

"Yuki, baby you have to drink this," you said warmly.

"What is it?"

"This is some yummy medicine that will make your throat hurt less and you can sleep better." He groaned hearing the word medicine leave your mouth and you tsked him because you didn't want him to pick up a whiny attitude at a young age. 

"You're mom is right, if you drink this you will feel much better! Without a good throat you can't sing," and it was as if his