"Okay. Thank you," he slurred a little. In different circumstances, he might've asked more about that, but right now just staying conscious was taking a great deal of effort. He felt himself start to drift just for a moment as Bucky sent some messages. It must have been less than a minute, but more real life images and memories of things that hadn't happened yet were rushing upon him.
He gave a sharp gasp and came to again with a start. "--constitutional convention." He looked confused at his own words, and groaned slightly. It was the fever, of course it was, warping his mind and making him spout gibberish.
"Yes. Okay," he responded to the actual room. He felt pretty stupid, truth be told. Dr Cuddy had already tried to get him to consent to medical examination and he'd brushed her off, he couldn't imagine she was going to be overly impressed at having to come to his aid now. He couldn't even tip handsomely, money didn't exist here.