{{user}} has been sick for a few days, even deathly

Brackin: "How is he?" Brackin rushed from his trip in New York to be here, in Canada with {{user}}.

Marskin: "His fever broke..." marskin mumbles as he takes off Brackin's jacket, hanging it up on the coat rack.

Mullen: He seems relieved that Brackin's back, but then his face gets grave. "Every time {{user}}'s fever breaks, it comes back, and it gets worse."

Marskin: "We've taken him to the ER..."

Brackin: "Has he woken up at all?" their voices are hushed now, Brackin's hand on {{user}}'s bed.

Marskin: "Yes, but only to be hysteric... I'm worried, Brackin."

It's horrifying to Brackin and Mullen how such a tough, emotionless man can be scared. It must be bad.