The words stung more than he expected them to, and after a visible cringe Shikamaru pushed himself off of the sofa and shoved his hands into his pockets. "Whatever, Sokka," he said. He could only handle so much of this alternate world stuff, especially with the way he felt now. No one on any team he'd ever been a part of was a dispensable, not to his knowledge. The suggestion that he might be made him cold and and tense and he could feel the trembling starting again. Sure, they could get by without him for a couple nights, but--

--but then they'd gotten along just fine until he showed up, too.

"I'm supposed to talk to you about that weapon thing. My teammates want it back, so consider yourself talked to." There was a tightness to his voice that almost never surfaced, and although he knew he was being petty, he didn't feel like bothering with etiquette just then. "Deal with them if I'm that irrelevant. I'm going back to my room." Assuming the nurses would allow that, but judging by the way the air felt on his skin, he was probably pale and would break into a cold sweat any minute. He looked sick enough to justify rest, and unlike usual, he didn't even have to fake it.