There were a few ever present dangers when living on the streets. Starvation, for one, and the food poisoning that could come from trying to stave that off, and infection. Lung infections were some of the most prevalent, and some of the worst. Especially when the weather started to turn and one was caught at the mercy of the elements. L wasn't quite in that position, but there were plenty of other factors playing against his health.

"It's not cold enough in here for you to have hypothermia, L," He chided gently as he adjusted L's arm over his shoulders. The sound his lungs made was intensely worrisome, Tony could recognize that a mile away. He wasn't a medical professional by any means, but he was smart enough to know that L needed one. And now. "C'mon, we'll let it air while I get you to a clinic. Shit, man, how long have you been sick?" He sounded delirious, drugs was still a possibility but he was starting to doubt that now. High fevers could make someone act a little crazy too. While he began to drag L with him he dug in his pocket for his cell, absently dialing a number as they moved.