He could see the signs. The nausea, the pain - he would have shook his head if he could, only the room started to spin if he did.
'The hell you are fine,' he said. 'Now lay back down and stop playing superman or I'll call the mediwitches back in here. I might not be in any condition to force you, but they are, trust me on that.'
They had him, plenty of times. But then he wasn't very good at lying still. Save for when his entire body was itching and he was trying not to make it worse.