Loki woke up when she walked back in he thanked her for the blanket and proceeded to get himself more comfortable, for a moment he laid awake in the darkness staring up at the ceiling wondering what was going on back home. Was anyone missing him, does anyone know that he's still alive, hell does anyone besides his mother care? Shaking his head he closed his eyes and was soon out again, only this time he was starting to have a bad dream. The events of him and Thor battling on the rainbow bridge was playing over in his mind, Loki started tossing and turning muttering in his sleep. If anyone heard him it sounded like he was in distress, after what seemed like a long while the young god snapped awake. Breathing heavily, he looked over at the illuminance lighting of the clock located on what Alex used to heat up her food it read: 2:00 am.
Loki sat up on the couch hugging his knees, he was starting to feel unwell. He put his hand up to his head feeling for a fever, he was hotter than normal. Walking down the hall he found the bathroom, quietly he walked in closing the door behind him. He didn't want to wake up Alex, he ran the cool water and splashed it on his face. "Great..After all this I'm getting sick," he muttered. He leaned up against the counter, his head suddenly started spinning he felt as if he could pass out at any moment.