Ravi thinks he must be hallucinating because there's no way she's said what she just did. Things like that don't exist, honestly, and if they did, he'd be the first one in line jumping up and down desperately and trying to run away with it to selfishly hoard the technology himself. "You live in a fairytale world of fancy needles," he says, the fever possibly starting to boil his thoughts just a little.

That, or it's the constant bedrest that's starting to make him more than a little far from trustworthy when it comes to what he's saying. "That can't exist, it's too perfect."