Natasha's eyes creased open as she heard Lincoln's voice. Her lips parting to try to speak but her throat was raw and her mouth was parched. The best she could mutter was a gravely hoarse noise that was supposed to be [color=a187be]"thank you."[/color] sealing her lips she closed her eyes, whimpering slightly as he picked her up, lacing her arms over his shoulders as her head rolled like a rag doll to rest on his chest; tucking her head beneath his chin.

	She was in pain, her body feeling like it was burning; as if she had worked out far too hard for far to long. Yet, despite the burning and pain she was freezing to the bone. Her teeth chattering as she curled up on her side when he laid her down. Her skin though was hot to the touch. It seemed in the night a fever had set in. They had been warned that this could happen. Her immune system was shot, she couldn't fight off even the most benign of infections at this point.

	Feeling Lincoln trying to comfort her she sighed lightly. She had never wanted him to see her like this but there was no hiding it now. Even if she had had the strength to carry on and try to put up a facade, the physical effects were all too clear. Looking up to him weakly her dry cracked lips thinned. [color=a187be]"Hos..pital"[/color] she managed to croak out like a drunken frog. She had another round of Chemotherapy that afternoon, but the fever made it clear she needed to go in early.