She should learn to be careful what she wished for, because suddenly she felt like crap. Crappy crap. She groaned and struggled to push herself up, but only managed to collapse further in the bed. Ro tried to look around, but it didn't seemed to help and it just made it more difficult to think. "Zee …?" she tried calling out weakly.
He didn't appear, but that might have been asking for too much. Ro sank into the bed, feeling every bit of herself rundown and hit by a tank. Great, she had almost been making progressive. Now she was dying.
She must have fallen asleep – or died momentarily – because she was being gently shaken. Ro groaned and tried to pry her eyes open. At the sight, her lips did quirk to see a terribly worried Zee holding a steaming cup of what she'd bet was chicken soup.