He's got no blankets, possibly more to Steph's displeasure, just a nest of wide shirts piled over a mattress he'd managed to fit in a corner of the room. There's a trashcan in the opposite corner- want to guess what's sitting in it? And for his part, it couldn't be more obvious that he was feverish. At the least. Tim sits up and seems like he might pass for being hungover.]
Alfred's just a call away, so's everybody else. I'm not... dying, I think.
[A beat. Should he stand? Ha ha good try, no.] It's been about a week. No cough or anything, just a fever and a rash. There's joint pain. That's grown. That just really hurts now.
It was mosquito, Steph. I was bitten by a mosquito.
I'm a goner when the flu hits.
[Considering Steph only just rejoined the living, he should probably can the whining.] Did you pack an entire lab in your backpack or what?
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He's got no blankets, possibly more to Steph's displeasure, just a nest of wide shirts piled over a mattress he'd managed to fit in a corner of the room. There's a trashcan in the opposite corner- want to guess what's sitting in it? And for his part, it couldn't be more obvious that he was feverish. At the least. Tim sits up and seems like he might pass for being hungover.]
Alfred's just a call away, so's everybody else. I'm not... dying, I think.
[A beat. Should he stand? Ha ha good try, no.] It's been about a week. No cough or anything, just a fever and a rash. There's joint pain. That's grown. That just really hurts now.
It was mosquito, Steph. I was bitten by a mosquito.
I'm a goner when the flu hits.
[Considering Steph only just rejoined the living, he should probably can the whining.] Did you pack an entire lab in your backpack or what?