At the beginning, Jason was unnaturally chatty: bringing up the topic of royalty, which Hercules avoided in the case of any curious passersby; then of things such as music or socks, topics of which Hercules had never heard of. Chalking itself up to the young boy's fever, he just murmured when seemed appropriate, but otherwise focused on getting everyone home as soon as possible.

By the time they had reached home, Jason was noticeably flagging off of Hercules, seemingly unconscious of his environment. While his feet had tried to move in the direction that Hercules had forced them, everything else about the boy had just stopped – his incoherent mumblings, his eyes had long since closed, and his head was lolling about. Hercules had deposited him in his bed, noticing the relieved look that passed Jason's face when he was able to reach his bed and fall into unconsciousness. Pythagoras tried to sponge off his face and extremities; until Jason was conscious would he know what was actually wrong with the young lad. Sure, he could guess something with his shoulder, neck, left hand, and ribs, based off of their preliminary diagnosis, but he wasn't sure if Jason was getting all of the breath he needed, since he seemed to be wheezing quite quickly as soon as they got home.

Pythagoras hunted for linens to wrap Jason's ribs while he whimpered unconsciously. Just by studying his flushed face, Pythagoras could tell Jason was running a low-grade fever throughout the night, and Pythagoras tried to keep him as cool as possible with a few poultices from the night before, and by sponging off the sweat on his face. At this point, Jason seemed to be completely delirious, mumbling about kissing Ariadne, about his honor, and about something called a tumbler, with cats.

Pythagoras took the first watch while Hercules went out, celebrating both Jason's win and Medusa's forgiveness. Throughout the night, Jason seemed to only get worse, his fever climbing and deliriousness coming at full speed. Pythagoras felt utterly helpless; he tried a poultice of chamomile, yarrow, elderflower, and lemon balm herbs that would help Jason sweat out most of the fever, but there was no magic answer for such a fever. He assumed Jason's body was revolting against the strain of the past few days, which included not eating much, since Jason was always nervous for the next day's fight.