[And he had at least gotten his cape and scarf back on before he passed out again, too weak to leave the bed, let alone try to figure out a plan of action.

Eridan growled at the door's general direction, struggling to his feet and clinging to the bedpost when the world started spinning around him.]

You're not my moirail, Sam! Leavve me alone! Just leavve the medicine outside an' I'll get it wwhen I damn wwell please!

I'm gettin' better anywway. [Which was a dirty lie.]