[While Holly rubbed the center of his chest, Jude hiked his fist up and under his ribcage. Between the two of them, their combined efforts made him choke, and when he did so he started to cough. Hacking up a significant amount of mucous, he made a face and swallowed it back down.]

This winter is going to be hell, I can feel it already. I just need to rest, Holly. That's it. No appointments.