"Tylenol. And your blanket. Fevers aren't necessarily bad, it means that your body still has enough energy to attack the enemy element. When your temperature cuts down completely, you'll know you're, well. Past." No need for her to say what they both knew.

The blanket was easily found and neatly folded, her hands not bothered by the little stress level movement inside the rest of her. When there was a blanket, you folded it. A lady's upbringing. The Tylenol, and what an ugly word if words could be ugly, took her a bit longer, but Susan returned with both in little over four minutes.

"Do you need water to take the Tylenol?" She found his beer and put it on the coffee table. "I don't know if this is the kind of medicine you can mix with alcohol?"