Melody hated seeing Topher like this. She knew he didn't like being seen as weak because of his condition, which was why she hadn't told anyone about it. But she knew that he had been working too hard the last couple of weeks, after the war. He had spent every waking moment caring about others instead of himself. And now she had enough.
She was about ready to storm into his room, all guns ablazing, except her manners kept her from that. She opened the door quietly, making sure he wasn't treating another patient before she entered. She loved his nurturing side, his caring side, but she really didn't like that he didn't let others take care of him or took care of himself.
She was about to set off on a little rant when she heard the cough and her heart clenched in sympathy and worry. "Topher." she said quietly, approaching his desk quickly. "You need to stop working for a while, you're getting worse. Come with me to see Mari? Please?" And she would drag him there if she had to!