A super awful flu, aye, but before you can wrestle me to the ground and pinch my nose for being a bother, we must see you get better. Trust me.

[ He tries not to let on how entirely wracked with worry he is, combing back Billy's hair. Guiding him to lie down on his side so the coughing won't be so bad, in theory. ]

It's okay, you're okay. Just a boring overnight vacation at the hospital.