[Right?? Okay, so he knows he's not right. He knows this is bad, because it feels like his hands and feet are constantly going numb, and his tongue is thick and heavy; the room spins, and his stomach spins with it, though it's got nothing left to give. The air is thin, rasping in and out of his lungs and giving nothing in return. It's bad. It's worse than anything since the anthrax, an illness he remembers only faintly; a barn, nice people, delirium and straw. Abbie. Warren doing what she had to.
He doesn't remember Cassandra there.
He doesn't feel the pinch of the IV, either, and he's having trouble focusing on Emily at all. Still, he tries for a smile, even if it's not even a twitch of his lips.]
You'll figure out what this is, and we'll stop it, and I'll be fine. Right, Doc?
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[Right?? Okay, so he knows he's not right. He knows this is bad, because it feels like his hands and feet are constantly going numb, and his tongue is thick and heavy; the room spins, and his stomach spins with it, though it's got nothing left to give. The air is thin, rasping in and out of his lungs and giving nothing in return. It's bad. It's worse than anything since the anthrax, an illness he remembers only faintly; a barn, nice people, delirium and straw. Abbie. Warren doing what she had to.
He doesn't remember Cassandra there.
He doesn't feel the pinch of the IV, either, and he's having trouble focusing on Emily at all. Still, he tries for a smile, even if it's not even a twitch of his lips.]
You'll figure out what this is, and we'll stop it, and I'll be fine. Right, Doc?