Eron touched Friday's arm in concern.
"Honey," he said. "You're burning up."
Friday closed her eyes and sighed.
"Then I guess I have... whatever it is that's going around."
Eron kissed her forehead.
"It was good of your parents to take care of Elektra for us."
After Friday had found out about the virus, she had decided to stay away from Elektra, just in case. She had been in contact with the school, but Elektra hadn't. Even with the knowledge that the virus seems to be targetted to the slayer gene, no one had any way of knowing whether Elektra had inherited this, nor whether if being a potential slayer alone was enough to be infected.
"I'm sure she'll be fine," Eron said determindly. "And I'm sure you will be too."