Yeah, well, there's a good reason for that. He keeps his finger up, pointedly, as he stares at the ceiling. No, you idiot, he does not want to go see a movie. He wants to go home, lock himself in his room, and die quietly in peace without being poked and prodded and restrained.

The nurse tsks at him as she inserts the needle and tapes it into place. Truly, she has skills, since Gil's veins are well hidden from his dehydration. "You know, if my Alpha acted half as worried when I'm sick as yours is right now, I'd think I was the luckiest person in the world."

Gil snorts at that, derisively. She's just lucky he doesn't have the energy or the give-a-damns left to go on a rant about how she should have a little more self-respect and it's not the end of the world if someone doesn't smother you when you're sick and- yeah.