[He holds off on saying that even if he had the sick bay and all its fancy equipment, he's fairly sure he wouldn't have been able to find the cure for this thing in time. Not with how quickly its progressing.

Still, he holds the cup gingerly, carefully, fingers shaking from the effort but damnit he's determined. Determined to lift it up to his lips, to take a sip and... shit. Almost dropped it. He hisses under his breath as it slips down a bit in his lax fingers, managing to catch the cup against his chest, holding it there with the added support of his body as he just... relaxes back into the pillows, into the touch of that cold cloth against his skin.]

Knows a bit of everything, her. She... [He trails off, blinking slowly over bleary eyes, before his eyebrows pinch, and he tongues the roof of his mouth, as if dragging himself back from some sort of haze.] She might. But... well... probably has her hands full over there, making sure her Doctor doesn't...

[And there he goes again. Trailing off]