I try, I— I'm fine. But don't worry about me; you're the one who needs to get better.

[She looks around for a window to open, an ice pack, something to make him feel better, but the ward is already overcrowded with little children and understaffed, and there's nothing close at hand. And she doesn't know why, but... she doesn't want to leave him. Paranoia of her own, she supposes. Doesn't want him dying on her while she's away.]

I don't think the nurses are 'spiking' your food. [She hopes they aren't, or they would see a rather different side to Momo than the sweet, attentive friend they've been purring over.] But it is stuffy in here. I never realized how many people were sick... Maybe when you're feeling better, we can go out into the garden. I saw it while I was waiting, and it looks really lovely.