"This is not going to pass," he said stubbornly. "And the only way you're not going to find yourself dead from this is if you go to the hospital now and let them make you better."
Despite the resolute tone in his voice, Michael was more worried about the boy than not. He didn't know what strange illness he could have contracted through his lack of natural immunities to this place, or how quickly they would ravage his already injured body. Not to mention his worry for the others living here - he couldn't allow sickness to grow in this place without endangering everyone.
"Come on, Valen," he said, his voice softer. "Just pull on your nightshirt and I'll carry you out to meet the ambulance. The paramedics won't be as gentle."