Scorpius wasn't doing anything but staring out the window. He had heard of the newest symptom to appear on Allison, and it shook him. He was still reeling from the past few days, and had virtually been in his room except for a venture out with Al, but even then he was not himself.
His grandfather's voice caught his attention. He turned his head and smiled weakly. "I'm okay. I've taken my potions. Tried to eat some biscuits." He shrugged, not really feeling like anything. There was a part of him that wanted this over with in one way or another, he wanted to stop feeling.