I'm coming!
"Sick?" *Robert didn't quite understand. He knew sickness well enough, but something like this was new to him.* "What do you mean, sick? What happened to them?"
*It didn't matter what he asked, Nick wasn't responding. He was in no condition for interrogation.*
"Alright, hold on. I need to move you to a bed, so I can monitor you while you rest, ok?"
*He carefully moved to Nick's right side, supporting the man's ribs as he began to help him to his feet.*