[He knows that it's in his mind, but he scoots back farther onto the bed anyway, and tries to pull James along with him]

I told you, the virus is making me see and hear things. I really hate having my mind messed with, James. I hate that to me, it looks like there is no floor, that it's just an endless void. And if I let go of you, you'll fall in.

[He breathes] And I hate that it feels like my skin is on fire. I hate that there are patients in the hospital feeling this or worse, and I hate not knowing what this is or how to treat it.

[With a frustrated huff, he starts fumbling with his tie] I can't breathe.