Alpha
With a nod of my head, I float over on the Director's palm. He opens his eyes and looks at me. "What are you doing?"
"Just hold still."
"Alpha, I'm fine." He swats me away. "I promise."
"Dude," I scoff. "You can barely stay awake, and every breath you take is a cough. You're sick, obviously. Now either let me do this or Breedlove." He begrudging sits still, closing his eyes still. "Yep...you're running a 99.9 fever...as soon as we get up there you need to sleep."
He opens one eye.
"Hold on. I'll go deeper."