While he wished that she wasn't sick, it was nice to have a friend in the hospital wing. If Megan hadn't offered to visit, he would not doubt be spending his first afternoon there scowling at the wall and feeling sorry for himself. Which, admittedly, probably be how he spent his first night. He still couldn't believe that he was sick. Despite all of his cynical assertions that they would all get sick sooner or later, he had never really pictured himself with the virus. Or, to be more accurate, he just hadn't wanted to think about it. But now he had caught it so he was going to have to face the reality of the situation sometime.
It wasn't so much the loss of his magic that was upsetting him. That was obviously quite a blow, but he could adjust. It would be difficult, and it wasn't something he looked forward to, but it didn't have to be the end of the world. No, the real problem was that he had planned his redemption, but once again, he would end up doing nothing. He couldn't really go after Bole now, even if Millicent taught him how to defend himself, and that was what killed him.
But then Megan arrived and he offered her a weak smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Hospitals are always depressing." The hospital wing didn't seem to be treating Megan too well at least, and he worried briefly whether she had been taking care of herself. But then again, he doubted he was going to handle this situation any better. "How have you been, then? Other than, you know, this fucking virus."