"Well, thank you again," he said, shrinking the gifts and putting them in his pocket. "I'm glad you recovered. I don't want anymore death on my hands."
When she asked how he was, he shrugged. "Some days are good... most have been bad," he explained, "I lost a former classmate a few days ago. My girlfriend is in a coma, as are several friends." He sighed but smiled. "But there are good things. My best friend just got over this, as did others, including you. But we're still no closer to finding what it is... though it's like Dragon Pox in several ways"