(You pick. You pick everything. you even pick if there more then one, even though I wasnt quite expecting that)
"What..." She breathed, eyes closed. "What is it."
Croy bent down to pick her up, but drew his hand away. He paused, then got down on his knees and leaned foreward, to her face. "Your hot." He murmured. "I can feel it, your hot. Hold on..."
He put his lips to her forehead for a second, then nodded, mostly to himself, and pulled away.
"You have a fever." He stated. "You need to tell them, now, that your sick."