"You threatened to try and infect the whole base. It's obviously necessary." He's not cruel, though, certainly not enough to watch someone choke on their own vomit. A hand slips under Tarn's shoulder to help him pull himself up to sitting, and then he's reaching for and holding a tin beneath his face. He needs to get suited up to start his shift but if he hasn't caught the flu already it'll be a miracle.

"You need an IV and something for the fever."