Gods, he felt miserable. The nausea had passed, but he was burning up and everything ached. And the scratches from last night still ached. But he had to hold on to hope. They'd gotten through last night! And they could get through another.

And it would give them time to figure out how to reverse this. Without killing Locke in the process.

This was, of course, assuming nothing further happened to him.

He sunk into a chair in the game room, wanting to do nothing but curl up and sleep.

[free]