Loki was laying there and breathing heavily and he seemed very pale. He didn't look all that well. He was groaning and he opened his eyes slightly "Riza ,.. , Thor," he whispered weakly, his eyes closed again, It was like he was too tired and weak to keep them open. His fever really was rather high and he coughed.
Bruce nodded and he headed into the bedroom, he was still iffy about Loki, but the god was sick and he was still willing to help. He walked over and looked at them.