"I don't want to rest, I want to find out why I feel like I've developed smallpox," he complains, aware of the hyperbole, but also aware that if he doesn't describe it to colourful fullness, someone might miss out on exactly how sick he wants to complain about being. "I can be helpful and sitting," Ravi points out, seeing as he might feel awful, but he's still aware they're a few hands down a normal hospital and not just that, but he's not the only one who's sick.

"Tell me what to do, doctor," he gets out past his scratchy, dry throat.