"I'll be okay." Though it's doubtful that any amount of manfully insisting on that obvious lie will make it seem remotely true. He sinks to the ground regardless, sliding against the nearest wall. His legs are trembling a little too hard to maintain his weight just now. "Not really your, uh, typical fever. I'll live."

After all, he wasn't supposed to.

"Sam." He winces at how hoarsely it comes out. "I, uh, don't remember how I got here, but that seems to be the story everybody's telling."