Stress
"Troy, you're too stressed out. What you have is a psychogenic fever," said Moffitt.
Troy lay with a cool rag over his forehead and was bathed in a cold sweat.
"It might be a hangover from last night," said Tully, dryly. "We did tie one on."
Hitch came in from a walk around town with an Arab girl and took in the scene at once: Tully and Moffitt, leaning over Troy. Troy flat on his back. He started to get up.
"Get back in bed!" Moffitt and Tully chorused.
"My ministerin' angels," Troy said, with a sigh. "Got an aspirin?"
