"I did," he argues weakly, one hand coming up to grip Ratchet's arm for balance as he tries to climb back to his feet. He recognizes fear in Ratchet's eyes and sudden pallor, despite the anger in his voice. Two emotions he didn't want to cause. He'll be fine, he can get back up, he can hack it. He can rest when they make it to camp. "I thought it was just. You know. You get the shot and you feel gross for a couple days. Worst case I had it and I could be sick when we got there."