"You know how to use this in this form, I'm assuming? You strike me as the type that would," Joey said, nodding a little when he said he wished he'd had the chicken pox as a kid.
Although, he was right about his other point, as well. It might not actually matter, given the way things were going. "Well, I'll do the best I can to help you get there faster, I promise. Are there any on your back that you can't reach and need help with?" she asked, reaching to him and pressing the inside of her wrist to his forehead. "I'll get you a cool cloth, too."