Well, that's a cogent point. Still, Daryl doesn't want the kid to wet himself over a mess nobody can clean up. Then again, if he stays quiet, he'll just worry over whatever his fevered mind can cook up at midnight thirty.

"Sickness," he says, and that's a kind word for it. "Like rabies, I guess." It's a kind word for it. Something just seems wrong about scaring the kid.