"I'm fine." There's a large part of him that didn't know how to be taken care of. Maybe he knew how twenty years ago, when Coralee was there, but not since. Not since Charlie and everyone left his life. No, not since Coralee had been kidnapped and never came back. Not since his world crashed down around him.

Honestly, if he could just rest against her. Lean against her and breath in the comforting scent that was Alex; he might feel a bit better. The thought sounded, sappy, but it was there, collecting inside his mind even though he knew that sort of comfort would do nothing for the actual illness. Besides, it would further risk her getting infected, and he refused to put her at that sort of risk, even if they didn't know if she was or not already. "It, comes and goes."