[subdued shaking; slight chattering of teeth; can you hear? the quake of something]
O-Oh, hell.
I think I have a cold.
[more swears, indecipherable somethings (this is not right)]
We're at the hospital. Via taxi? Automobiles have updated, haven't they? I think I need to make you dinner, Caspian. Thank you.
[a sneeze, oh good grief!]
Dammit.
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