Black: *senses something wrong with Cynder* Hm? Cynder are you alright?

Cynder: *coughing* No, not really.

Black: *feels her head* You're burning up. Want me to get a doctor?

Cynder: What? No! No doctors, please!

Black: *sighs* Cynder, how am I supposed to know what is wrong with you if you don't let me call a doctor to help you?

Cynder: Cause I'm scared.....

Black: *sits down next to her* I'll be right here with you the whole time, and so will Receiver. And Becky if you need her to be.

Cynder: O-okay.

Black: Good. *kisses her head* Get some sleep sis, I love you.