You stumble through the door, too weak to walk. Your fever is too high. Price picks you up and checks your temperature.

“You need a bath.”

“I like baths…”

You murmur weakly.

“You won’t like this one.”

Price walks to the bathroom, setting you down. He holds your hand and helps you into the bath. You let out a distressed murmur. The water is cold.

“Too cold…”

You whine. Your fever is 103.8°. If Price can’t get it down he’s taking you to the hospital.

“Too bad. Get in.”