It was the lowest point in his life and that was saying something. It took him awhile to get out of that state of mind. It wasn't something that just went away because he started having friends and a purpose. Every time he came back from the Hulk, he had a moment of wishing it was over, he couldn't keep doing this. It got better, with the moments of kindness and belonging around him, and it was nearly wiped away after Johannesburg. Now, when he could die, he wasn't ready to. Bruce finally found his survival instinct.

But the mind was still complicated and torturous. There's more lucidity in his eyes when he manages to sit on the bed again in a normal way, his entire body shaking from the effort and the stress. "K...Kamala?" Yes, it's her. And because Bruce recognizes her, he remembers where he is. The village. The sickness. He feels a wave of embarrassment and shame that she's seeing him this way, but what is his life but a series of situations where people he cares about sees him in terrible moments. He's too tired to care. "Hey. Are you okay? You're not ... you never got sick right?" He worked hard on the cure before he collapsed, but he can't remember much after that.