Your insignificant human shells are weak. This sickness is foul but your whimpering and mewling will do you no favors. Cease in this destitution, and you may yet live. Except Martin Carrick. He is beyond help and will be dead in moments. Nothing can be done. Someone will need to remove the carcass.
I have allied myself with the Flora colossus, Groot, to provide aid to those who still prove endurance.