"I'm going to start drawing big commas on pieces of parchment, wadding them up, and throwing them at them in that case," Adam said. "Hey, I'm a comma. Use me!"
Adam took a deep, fortifying breath, then walked through the door with Gerard on his heels. All of the kids looked normal. Probably more normal than Adam, who hadn't slept the night before at all, but certainly none of them, himself included, looked sick in the slightest. "This is ridiculous." He wanted to shake his fists and demand to know what was going on, but he didn't feel like htat was really any kind of productive way to get an answer from any one or any thing. Maybe he'd at least get a little curtain to pull around his bed to separate him from the kids. He doubted it somehow. He stood there awkwardly, waiting for the nurse to join them.
"I hope this all gets sorted out, like, tomorrow," Adam said under his breath to Gerard. "This is kind of humiliating. I have a reputation to uphold, sir, and now I cannot do so. And I think I need a cigarette. And probably some Firewhiskey. And to not be ill. Or whatever I am."