Ritchie was beyond grateful that Dan was apparently both very good at his job, and an intuitive sort. He did just as instructed, and took cautious little sips, afraid that his body would immediately reject the liquid. But it seemed okay. It hurt to swallow, and he could feel the cool water just about all the way down.
"That's exactly what it feels like," he said softly, once he had finished sipping. "World's worst hangover." He was almost certain that he was through the worst of it now, and that the cure wasn't going to kill him before the illness did.
He even managed a proper smile at Dan's suggestion. Completely healthy. There was a thought.
"That does seem suitably theatrical," he said with a soft laugh, perking up a little bit. "That's it though, isn't it? Do you think it worked?" he asked, then frowned at himself, knowing that Dan really couldn't answer that for him, and Dr. Cuddy would have to take some more blood first, but he still felt a little buzz of excitement.