"Do me a favor," Harry groaned from the bed, "Kill me now."
I didn't-quite-roll my eyes as I checked the thermometer. "Quit whining," I said unsympathetically. "Food poisoning happens all the time."
"Key word there," he slurred, "is poisoning. I've been tortured an' stabbed an' thrown an' drugged an' burned an' shot an' beaten up more times than I can remember, but I've never been poisoned. Entirely new experience f'r me."
"You'll get better soon," I said. "Then you'll probably get shot again. How's that sound?"
He gave me a weak thumbs up.
I left the room chuckling.