Ha, Ravi's already counted the dots, take that, Beverly.

He's not sick enough to actually say that out loud, however, because he still has a fairly good sense of self-preservation, no matter how terrible he feels. "You can borrow my microscope," he offers, because he's cleaned and sanitized several of the slides, which means they're ready to use again. "I'm not exactly rushing to be excited about giving you my blood," he admits, "but I'd rather feel better."

Even if he is going to miss out on all the analyzing, which feels like a double gut-punch. He has to feel miserable and he misses out on science.