[Queue Will looking rather miffed. And holding the thermometer next to the burning sun that is Doyle's face for a few moments before taking a long, hard look at it. Indeed, there's no change from room temperature. Which means either the Malnosso have somehow figured out how to turn off convection or he and Doyle are under some kind of shared hallucination. He thinks the latter might be more plausible.
He puts the thermometer down, taking out a bottle of saline and a large-bore syringe.]
No, I'll deal with it. [Because he is not about to let this maybe-hallucination get in the way of helping a patient. Damn it, he's tougher than that.]
[action] June 9th
He puts the thermometer down, taking out a bottle of saline and a large-bore syringe.]
No, I'll deal with it. [Because he is not about to let this maybe-hallucination get in the way of helping a patient. Damn it, he's tougher than that.]