His eyes widened slightly when Al moved closer to check his temperature, clearing his throat weakly. "Fine, Al." The tone was as defensive as possible, as if intent on getting his brother to back off, but considering how he actually felt there was hardly any bite to it. It probably just made him sound even more pathetic.

"It's just that stupid tea." When this was over he was starting to doubt he'd ever drink the stuff again. He blinks when Al shifts his position to rest both hands on his shoulders - the blush still present as he searches his brother's features curiously - practically pinning him to the mattress.

"I'll be fine when it wears off, they said it shouldn't take too long." The impulse to hunch in on himself as if to prove that point is subdued by Al's hands still on him, preventing him from moving.