He barely moves when she brushes flecks of vomit away from his skin and off his hair. That worries her, too, more than she'd like to admit to either of them right now. He doesn't have pneumonia, right? As long as he doesn't have pneumonia, he's going to be okay.

The way he was coughing, though...

She picks up the bowl--gross, gross, gross--and tells him, "Wait, I'm getting you a blanket."

More like three, with the way he's shivering, but who's counting? When Beth returns, she crouches down beside him and starts spreading them over him, one by one. "Why would he try to kick your ass? You're sick."