Cuddy had placed a bag of supplies on the gurney that she brought with her. Vomiting and a fever, combined with the cough, indicated an infection. A list of bacteria, viruses and parasites ran through her mind as she grabbed the bag and made her way over to Hamilton. The most common infections first, especially those that he could have picked up in his time. After all, no one else on the station had presented similar symptoms as far as she knew.
Cuddy looked Hamilton over quickly with a medical eye. He seemed paler than the last time she'd seen him. Perhaps it was from the vomiting, but she wouldn't rule anything out. "Mr. Hamilton. It's Dr. Cuddy. Can you hear me?" She crouched down to get closer to his seated position and watch his breathing.