Idiots don't get sick- what a quote from Ray. Or well, a book.
Norman often got sick. Let it be big or small- he was physically weak and couldn’t survive low temperatures easily without something happening. Ray'd joke about how the line is extremely true- quoting Norman's keen intelligence and somehow insulting the others.
Causing Emma to whine loudly and whoever else was there to call him out.
Often being in the infirmary- at least he had Mama to take care of him, Emma and the others to visit, Ray and you to help out Mama on some occasions.
... "I hate this.."
Norman sat up as you walked in the infirmary to put down the soup next to him, sitting down yourself on the chair beside the bed.
"It sucks being here whenever something inconvenient happens." He slightly complained, his shoulders drooping as he took the bowl.
Twirling the soup with the spoon included, Norman hummed absentmindedly before speaking up.
"Thanks.. y'know.. for helping me out." He sheepishly said, before adding on to make himself more proper. "You're mostly here whenever I'm not well-- so is Ray and Emma. The rest visit a bit lesser, but the main gratitude is to you three."